Chapter 11

Morning in Hermes Cabin starts something like this; they play on their 'PS4's' yelling and screaming after breakfast. They argued about stupid things. One conversation was an argument about sarcasm, but in the stupidest way ever.

"Sarcasm is a taste."

"No, it's a game."

"Plums taste sarcastic."

"It's like Scrabble."

"Wikipedia says it's a smell."

I'm losing brain cells by the minute. I'm going to take their sarcasm and shove up their ass. Six minutes 'til Patrick came around. I had to get the 'Camp Tour' so I knew the ropes. His blond hair was in a slanted emo look and he wore a bright orange shirt that shook around the edges because of his slim size. His skinny jeans looked like it touched his bones.

We went around as he showed be the major places. I learned to stay near the cabins and away from the forest. The forge was filled with big, muscular, and tan guys, while the shop was run by those annoying little greasy Hermes kids.

I learned to avoid the Ares, Dionysus, Nemesis, and Hades kids and stick around him, Athena, and my own siblings.

He pulled a folded piece of paper and pointed to each time frame. "Sword Training, then Canoeing, then Archery then," He handed it to me. "Well read it. You know how this place works. You'll probably be with Hermes, live with them for a week or two, max." He left coldly. He was such a sad kid.

After about an hour or two of hard rowing and sword fighting with Hermes guys, wondering if they should hit on me because I may be their half-sister, it was nice to half something without much strenuous activity. Archery involved pulling a string and releasing it.

I grabbed a wooden bow and a holder of arrows; I forgot what they called that. As I stepped up to the range and straddled my feet over the line, like they taught me in some of the schools I've been to. I was gonna try and show up these morons. As I notch the arrow and drew it back I heard trotting. I looked to my right and saw a man with bearded man and chestnut hair. He'd look normal except he had a horse entire body as his legs.

He stood proud and tall. "Time to shoot the targets, not each other. " He commanded while eyeing Brock. He and his brother stopped pointing their bows from each other. "Someone dies it's on my head. Your dad's still a god, so no murder."

I kept quiet with an arrow notched. I tried to ignore all of the conversations about sarcasm being a smell now, and what did and didn't smell sarcastic. Chiron began the countdown to fire.

"Ready," I pulled the arrow to the corner of my mouth. "Fire," I lined up my eye with the path of the arrow and 'let fly' hitting the upper red center. I notched two more hitting the ten and nine spot on the hay target.

Hell yea, showed them.

A bright golden glow hit my bow and shown around the archery range. It casted light shadows everywhere. The light was coming from above me. I saw a lyre in golden sunlight glowing above my head. I bobbed my head but it just went up and down as my head did. It popped like a firecracker and the light dissipated.

"Apollo, God of the sun, music, poetry, medicine, and archery." Chiron held his shoulders high. "I'll have you put in your own cabin." He stated.

"Away from them?" I loved the thought of being far away from those Neanderthals.

I moved into Apollo cabin, a tall golden cabin in the middle of the big oval of cabins. Not having any belongings it wasn't hard. I heard a lot of music being played loud. The door was a screen door with a pad on the inside. It was probably to keep the sound down. I grabbed the handle and I felt the deep tuned strum travel through my bones.

I opened the door and saw a bunch of guys in old torn camp shirts and baggy holey jeans. They were all on bunk beds and playing instruments. They all had greasy long hair and gingery features. A guy in the back of the cabin was playing the drums banning his head, while his greasy hair was in a big greasy blur. Amps here scattered around the floor like mousetraps.

A girl on the bed looked at me. "Teddy we got a live one!" He hunched over her crossed legs. She had cut of jean shorts and a sleeveless camp shirt. Her short red hair was combed up in the front. "We need a bunk!" She yelled above the sound of rock music in the background.

A tall thin guy with greasy hair just covering his ears looked at me from top bunk of the bed in far back by the drums. He motioned for me to come over to him. I hopped over amp cords to get to him. He held his arms behind his head. "You my sister or do you have my pick that Brock borrowed?"

He was surprisingly calm. "I just got claimed."

"Pick up that guitar." He pointed with his chin to an acoustic guitar on a stand at my feet. I picked it up and threw the strap over my shoulder. "You know 'Smoke on the Water'?"

I shook my head.

He held up his hand and the entire song paused. "Play 'Smoke on the Water' for a sec."

Two guys synchronized a quick tune on their guitars. After two runs through the guys on the drums started to smack his cowbell. He held his hand up again, and the song stopped. "Play that."

I wasn't paying much attention to the guys on guitar. I plucked the top string. It mimicked the first string of theirs. I played the first string then the held the third fret and plucked it again, then the fifth. I played the first two strings again, then sixth, then fifth. I finished by playing the first pattern again. I mimicked it perfectly. The song repeated of that so I did it again.

Teddy began to clap. "Nicely done sis,"

"Yea," said a voice from behind me.

I turned to see the idiot that brought me here. Logan sat on the bunk beside Teddy with a laptop and an IPod. He looked at me with a smug little wry grin. He was holding the same IPod he had last night. Patrick's IPod.

"What the heck?" I blurted, looking into his extremely cold pale eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I heard Nirvana and I came running." He looked down sadly. "I miss Kurt Cobain."

"He will live on in memory." Teddy nodded feeling the same as Logan. "He's here using that computer."

"I can see that." I stated obviously. "What's he doing with it?"

"He's doing something with that IPod." He said in the same way.

"I can see that." I repeated. "What's he doing with it?"

"He doing something with that computer." He said nonchalantly.

"I'm not doing this," I said raising my hands in defense. "It's like that 'Who's on First Joke' I don't get. Who's on first?"

"Who," Logan said innocently.

"The guy on the first base in the joke."

"Who," Teddy chimed in.

"The guy we were talking about."

"Who," They both said in unison.

I screamed, but that didn't stop my new siblings from playing their song. "Calm down," Logan said putting his hand on my shoulder, "His name is Who."

Sudden realization flooded into me. "Oh my god, get out," I pointed to the door slightly embarrassed.

"I got what I came for," He stated calmly handing the laptop to Teddy. "See you later."

"Oh no you won't." I said crossing my arms. I turned to Teddy. "That wasn't funny," stated putting my foot down.

He chuckled a bit more, "Lizzie, get her a bed and sense of humor." She walked over to Lizzie.

"You get the one under me." She sat me down and she climbed up to hers and bent over upside down to look at me. "We like our fun here, just remember to smile and laugh and you'll fit right in."

I appreciated Lizzie's advice. "Thanks Liz."

"You can call me Liz, or Lizzie, or Beth, or Bunkie, or you're Highness, you know whatever you like."