Sitting in my bunk, I got lost in my thoughts. I tried all types of instruments. Apparently all of the Apollo kids could play an instrument incredibly. I'm awful at drums and the bass guitar it was hard to get used to plucking with my fingers and it left them raw. Beth was amazing at the bass, as she explained it; it was like gripping the string to a bow with a finger and just letting it trail.

But whenever I pick up an acoustic guitar it was like a trance, my thoughts were all out on a rift of melodies. I would just find cords I liked and fit together and strum them together. This was a drug, an addictive one without side effects. I just kept playing slow, hypnotic, repetitive song.

As I was struck by the cords that waved with the greatest subtlety that seemed to go one without end, the screen door swung open. At the door way was a tall thin guy holding the door open, he wore bandages and a long pair of skinny jeans, and a camp shirt. The one in the door way was more heavily bandaged; he wore a camp shirt, which was suddenly covered in stains of the dirt brown, and foliage green variety, and baggy jeans that hit the ground as he walked in. It was Logan and Patrick, hardly recognizable under the few layers of bandages.

"You all shall join my cabin in the local Capture the Flag games." He commanded like he was recruiting troops for a war. "You can join us or choose to be under the harsh fist of Nemesis and Ares. Your choice means everything."

He left as fast as he came.

The music continued like nothing happened right where it left off. I began to mellow back out with my guitar. I tried to get the melody to a song I heard on the radio, the bridge was so difficult.

I looked over to see Teddy pick up his bow. He notched an arrow and drew the string to the tip of his smile. He unleashed the arrow on the blue target on the board. Then he went back to tuning his guitar. Elizabeth, the good sister she is, bent over her bunk to tell me what the heck went on right there.

I raised my eyebrow. "Blue target means blue team and etc." Made enough sense.

I looked over to the red target. It had three holes, while the blue had eleven maybe twelve. "Why don't you ever go with red team?" I asked innocently.

"Nemesis is on a good winning streak" Her stomach let out a rumble that echoed in everyone else's guts. "Snacks,"

Another echo went through the cabin, but one that repeated 'Snacks'. I heard them say it fast like they all wanted a prize for saying it. After everyone said it they all looked at me. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. "Snacks," I said half mute.

"Too late!" yelled a voice.

"You get snack run," Elizabeth said grabbing a sack from under her pillow. "Camp store, or, you know, Hermes Cabin. It's the same thing really." She dropped the bag on my lap.

"Get all the Ho-Ho's they have." A voice called from the drums.

I didn't argue, my feet hit the ground sending pins and needles up my feet. I was halfway past Hephaestus cabin when I realized that the thought of those guys didn't bring me to tears. Why haven't I tried guitar before.

So, mellow. They need to bottle this stuff.

"Hey," I called in Cabin 11. They had a poker game going on. Many wore formal collared shirts and wore those clear visors. Before I could count up the pot an aroma hit me a bitter sent. "What that smell?"

"I'm surprised you don't know what it is." Said a short blond one, he couldn't have been more than eleven.

"What you want?" said an older Latino that had a mouth full of cheese balls.

"Ho-Hos, a lot." I explained throwing the bag on the table. The young blonde took the bag before it could bounce and started counting. He took a little less than half and threw the rest back in the bag. He put his cards in his pocket and went to the far corner. He grabbed eight boxes of Ho-Hos in a cube held together by rubber bands.

"Snack time?" He asked as he brought the snacks over.

"Yea," I replied.

He walked back to the poker game and threw down his cards and yelled, "Four aces!" Then quickly took the pot.

I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see a tall girl with jet black hair in a high pony tail. She stood over me her chin to my ear. She made Wendy look slightly shorter. She had pale skin and wore dark jeans with her camp shirt. I saw a leather cuff around her wrist; I think it signified she had no other accessory choices.

She looked me in the eye and stared me down. Her dark brown eyes burrowed into me. I could feel it, she could read ever strand of my life. She saw my essence and my memories. "Move?" she almost commanded.

I stepped aside. She walked in with slow steps. Her shoes hit the ground with more force than needed, but I got her point. Don't get in my way. 'Again' in my case.

She went in and leaned against the little blonde one with the visor. "Got my package?" She asked.

He reached under the table and grabbed a big carton of cigarettes and then another. They were the long kind with an extra row or two. She walked away a step before the blonde stopped her. Without turning he said, "Your cabin is still in Dept forty-six Drachma or a hundred and six bucks." What was the going rate of a Drachma?

"Well get you it." She made a move to leave, and then looked at his cards. She made a move with her hand past her throat as a warning. The others folded in response. Blondie threw down his full house on the table in anger.

She then left angrier then when she came in. She didn't even consider waiting for me to move. She shoved me out of the way.

"We take more than that from them in summer." Said a tall ginger opposite that sat opposite the blonde.

"I still want them to pay us, its a hundred six bucks." Replied the blonde. He turned to me. "What are you still doing here?"

"You seem interesting." I decided.

"Who loosened your screws?" He asked, "Scared of 'Old Iron Lung'?"

"I'm not afraid of an insecure girl that smokes to be cool." As I said that I felt the eyes on me. The cold stone eyes that made my skin crawl. I saw the entire poker table besides the ginger boy, who was looking at the tall Latino's cards.

I turned to see the tall pale smoker from a few moments before. "You think I do everything because I'm insecure?" She crossed her arms. "You either have balls or didn't see me leave."

She was trying to be intimidating. I remembered watching Animal Planet. If a wolf doesn't scare its prey, it circles it with the pack for an opening. I wasn't going to give it to her.

"Not all of us have balls; I see you didn't know that." I said cockily

I heard cheers of appreciation from the poker table.

She didn't look very moved. "I've ate bigger things then you."

"I can see that." I snapped back.

Behind me I heard chants. "Cat fight, cat fight!"

I didn't think I could take her in a fight, and those guys would be throwing singles if we started to brawl. I might want to get out of here with my Ho-Ho's quick.

"I gotta get these to my hungry brothers." I said attempting to walk past her.

A set of pale arms grabbed them. "Thanks," She began to walk away. I wasn't going to let her take my Ho-Ho's.

"Hey," I said walking towards her with my arms rose in offense. "Those are my snacks."

As I got close she put her hand in my face. She tripped my foot from under me. I fell back one my rear.

When I got back up she was gone. I saw her go into the dusty gray cabin at the end of the arch. She better run. I tried to remember the cabin. The one with the angry people with all of the fights.

Nemesis.

Oh later Nemesis Cabin, later.