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Zoe Jackson's POV:
"You're parents are literally the cutest!" the squeamish blue eyed girl chirps.
I roll my stormy grey eyes, which are an exact replica of my mothers. I roll them much that I got a headache. I love my best friend, Izzie, don't get me wrong but sometimes she could be so annoying.
"Izzie, that's gross. I know you're a sucker for romance but be a sucker for romance on someone else's parents."
She laughs and rolls her eyes playfully.
"But you're parents are the cutest couple. No one can top them!" She exclaims.
I pretend to fake puke and she shrugs me off.
"It's not my fault that you can't see romance right in front of you!" She accuses playfully.
"Imagine shipping your own parents" I tell her.
Her eyes suddenly widen and a disgusted look creeps onto her face.
"I mean I love my parents and I'm glad that they're together and happy. But I wouldn't ship them. I see your point" Izzie nods and shudders.
"Come on, Izzie, it's two in the morning. We have to get to sleep! We have a huge swim meet at 12. My parents will never let you come over before a big meet again if we don't try to get some rest!"
Getting to sleep is the worst part of a sleepover. You always have so much energy from drinking too much soda or eating a lot of sweets. All you want to do is chat with your friend until you get so tired, you pass out for the night. Trying to get to sleep once your friend has already fallen asleep is restless. Your mind is bubbling and active. That's what personally happens to me. I turn around in my bed. It was always too hot, or too cold. Too many blankets or not enough. Too light or too dark. I thought I would never just sleep. Once the clock hit three thirty, I found myself starting to doze off.
When I first wake up, I keep my eyes closed wanting more sleep. Something uncomfortable lay under my hip so I switch positions. I hear this distant sound. It kind of sounds like squawking? It was probably Izzie telling me to get up for the meet.
"Five more minutes!" I yell sleepily.
I hear more squawking and it was louder. That didn't sound like Izzie unless I never noticed that she sounded like a bird. I started wondering where I was. What am I kidding I'm in bed! The sounds of birds squawking was just my imagination, right? I roll over onto my back. Maybe I can fall asleep easier like this. Once I smell sea salt my eyes sprung open. Clear blue skies. Sunny day. I stay frozen on the ground as I register where I am. I brush my hands around as if I was creating a snow angel. Was this sand? I finally sit up straight and find myself on the beach. A very beautiful beach but I didn't feel like admiring the view in this particular moment. This is definitely not my bed. I look around confused. How did I end up here?
"Hello... Is anybody there!" I call out.
No response.
"Dad! If this is some cruel joke for eating the left over blue pancakes then I'm sorry! But this isn't funny!"
Still no response.
Ok. This was creepy. I'm sitting on a beach in the middle of no where when I had surely fallen asleep in my bed last night. Yeah I'm right. Izzie and I had a sleepover last night. Izzie...
"Izzie!" I yell. "Izzie, where are you!"
Hmm... Maybe she wasn't with me? But if she wasn't with me, then where is she? Where am I?
"Where am I?" I repeat out loud.
Just then, a few kids run along the beach laughing and playing with a brightly coloured beach ball. I get up and run over, hoping to find out where I was.
"Hello! Hey kids!" I yell.
They didn't stop or acknowledge me at all. Well that was rude.
I start to run after them, following the laughing children along the sand dunes.
"Hey kids! That was real rude. I know your parents probably tell you don't talk to strangers but surely..." I stop dead in my tracks.
In front of me is a beautiful camp ground. I start to wander around. When I did, no one seemed to notice I was there. Like I was invisible.
All the cabins were named after greek gods and goddesses. I don't know much about Ancient Greece. I learn about it in school, my parents tell me a bit about it since they're greek. I read about it occasionally too. I knew a few major gods like Poseidon and Athena. Those ones stood out to me for some reason. I'm not sure why.
"Hello, Zoe."
I quickly spin around to the voice. There was a young girl, sitting near a fire. Her dark brown hair was ratty and long. Her tan coloured clothes had various types of rags and tears. She was using a stick to poke at the fire; keeping it lit.
"Who are you?" I asked curiously. Mixed images flash through my mind.
She laughs while gently setting the stick down. The young girl stood up tall and walked over to me. She stopped when she was an inch in front of me. She was a foot shorter then me. Her right arm went up to my face and she stroked my cheek tenderly.
"You don't remember me because you were too young. I met you when you were very small. And you've grown so much since then."
I must've had a really confused look on my face because she laughs softly.
"No one ever remembers Hestia" she tells me, her voice slightly bitter.
I think for a moment. Hestia, where have I heard that before?
"Hestia?" I question.
She simply nods and leaves me to ponder my thoughts.
"You must be wondering where you are" I nod my head eagerly.
"You're in Camp Half-Blood, Zoe. Does that ring a bell of some sort?"
I shake my head, slightly disappointed in myself. Usually I'm the one with a photographic memory.
"Right now, you're mind is in a state of dreamland. You're mind has traveled to Camp Half-Blood. This may be a dream but I am real. All of this is existent in the real world. No one will be able to see you as you are a figure from the future" she explains to me.
"I'm sorry. I'm have trouble trying to comprehend the situation here" I admit.
"Percy!" I hear a female voice shriek with laughter. My head spins towards the sound. I see a girl who looks very much like my mother; but younger. A boy -who looks terribly similar to my father-hoisted her up on his shoulders and marches throughout the camp.
"Who're they?" I ask, turning around to face Hestia but she wasn't anywhere to be found.
Some giggles sound through my ears. Gossip always begins with giggling. Maybe they'd give me a hint as to what Camp Half-Blood was, and who the people were. My ears follow the high pitched squeals back to a cabin covered in lace, silk and pink. Two girls sat crossed legged in the grass, just in front of the cabin. They were facing each other and had their perfectly manicured hands over their mouths. Trying to keep in laughter.
"Percabeth is so cute together!" A girl with straightened blonde hair exclaimed. Her kaleidoscope eyes beamed admiration.
The other girls head nodded profusely fast. It seemed as though her head would fall off her body.
"Who's percabeth?" I mutter to myself.
As if they heard my thoughts, they started to speak again.
"Remember the first time when Percy came to camp? Oh that was such a great story! I was only seven at the time being..." The girl with ebony hair started retelling a story. Might as well listen.
Throughout the story, I realized that Percabeth were my parents; Annabeth and Percy. The two teenagers were them. Which is why they looked so familiar. I could I be so stupid! If I weren't so startled as to where I was, I would've gotten it right away. Damn dream.
My vision started to get blurry.
"What's happening!" I yell. I was suddenly jolted out of the precious dreamland that was camp and awoken by Izzie shaking my shoulder.
"If you don't get up, I'm going to pour hot chocolate all over your face!" Izzie threatens.
I raise my hands, "I'm up, I'm up!"
Blue pancakes suddenly fill the room. Izzie and I both look at each other with huge smiles plastered on our faces.
"Beat you there!" I burst out of my bedroom, heading for the stairs. I'm followed closely by Izzie, chasing me down.
I slow to a wake when I reach the kitchen. Izzie and I both sit town next to each other. In front of us, a nice stack of beautiful blue pancakes. Izzie never really understands why we eat blue pancakes but she doesn't question it. She just eats it.
This morning while I was eating my breakfast, I was contemplating whether or not my dream actually happened. I always have dreams that seem real but the next day, they seem as though I had made them up.
"Percy, stop it!" My dad was splattering cake batter all over my mom. They were laughing at it looked like a lot of fun. I took a glance over at Izzie and I knew she was squealing on the inside. And to be honest, I might have squealed a little too. It's a beautiful feeling, to think,
Wow, my dad really loves my mom.
