Disclaimer: of course I dont own this.
Also, Dike is what I'm using as a placeholder for Cabin 21. Hehe. I do own that part.
Cont. in next chapter. I accidnetly wrote this in 3rd person POV instead of 1st.
When Camp Wavecrest opened on Long Island Sound, 16-year-old Chester Davis was one of the first to sign up. After all,he was the son of the director. Which meant he defaulted as a counselor. In particular, for Cabin 5.
He knew everything about the area, too. He'd explored every beach, cliff, and road in the area. He knew this place like the back of his hand.
Except for one place. A place called Delphi Strawberry Farm that doubled as a summer camp for ADHD/dyslexic kids.
The farm/camp was rather odd. Even from five miles down the road, Chester could hear the loud screaming, off-key singing, and yelling (even during the school year) almost every evening but most Friday nights. . He'd tried goign over to ask them to turn down the noise, but no such luck-they had an electric fence around hte property (the grouchy-looking emo boy that had been lying on the ground on the other side of the fence had said that it was there "because no one bothers lockign the cabins anymore with the Stolls around and people who shouldn't be leaving have left before"). There was a giant pine tree that bordered the electric fence, and no one seemed to mind that there was a whole heap of cables surronding it, as well as a large cloth (that time, a curly-blond-haired girl around his age had been siting against it, though inside the fence, and had said that if he valued his life, he wouldn't touch the tree or the cloth). And then there was the occasional sighting of someone entering or leaving, although when they entered they usually seemed to be running from cows or odd people and when they left they acted like they were never coming back.
In short, Delphi Strawberry Farm was one suspicious place.
But Chester couldn't think of that right now. Today, Camp Half-Blood (as the summer camp was apparantly called, due to the vast number of half-Greek campers that made up the majority of the camp) was coming to Camp Wavecrest, as a welcome party. Or something like that. Chester was busy getting his cabin of 7 preteen boys in order, as well as runnign around on errands for his father. He had no time to dwell on the fact that about 50 or so ADHD kids were about to storm Camp Wavecrest.
Hopefuly there wouldn't be trouble.
Around 3 in the afternoon, the campers of Camp Wavecrest were instructed to line up by cabin in the parking lot by Chester's father, Mr. Davis. Apparently Camp Half-Blood would be coming within the next half hour or so.
Chester was watching and listening for buses full of crazy kids to come rumbling down, or maybe those strawberry-farm vans, but he was definitely not expecting loud singing and the stomping of 50+ campers. As they rounded the bend in the road before the entrance to the camp, he saw a black-haired, green-eyed boy and a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy leading the chanting/sinigng, which was a call-and-respond format. All the campers were running, and not one seemed out of breath.
"I don't know but I've been told!" The boys called
"I don't know, but I've been told!" The campers replied.
"Apollo's got a lyre of gold!"
"Apollo's got a lyre of gold!"
"Percy's head is full of kelp!" A blond girl glared at the boys, running up to join them.
"Percy's head is full of kelp!"
"Annabeth Chase is really smart!" The boys quickly sang.
"Annabeth Chase is really smart!" Some campers were laughing.
The girl slapped both of them upside the head. "Idiots! But nice compliment." she yelled.
THe campers were laughing and running now.
A man in a wheelchair being pushed by a frizzy red-haired girl just sighed, before the girl pushed him to the front of the group. "Campers of CHB, prepare yourselves! We are now on Camp Wavecrest property, remember what we talked about earlier!"
Chester wondered what the man (who must have been their camp director) meant, but just then the large group turned into the parking lot, and the man called out, "Line up by cabin! Head counselors at the front!"
The kids divided into 20 different groups. "Yo Mr. Brunner, we don't have to stand with Cabin 11,do we? That ain't fair!" one of the kids yelled.
"Hey watch it, we represent balance, not you lot!" another boy, who was apparanatly a head counselor, yelled back.
"We represent justice!" the first boy screamed back.
The blond girl from earlier stepped in. "Arnold, you can be your own cabin since we're building yours anyways and it's almost done. Both of you, stop fighting over balance or justice, you can do that later." she glared at them.
Boys boys quickly nodded, and Arnold and another boy moved to the end of the row of campers.
The man in the wheelchair nodded ot the blond, who had stepped back in line (at the front, showing she was the head counselor). "Thank you, Annabeth." He then turned toward Mr. Davis. "Mr. Davis. Thank you for letting us come. I am sure my campers will behave themselves." He gave the Camp Half-Blood campers a look at the last part.
"Mr. Brunner, the pleasure is mine. And please, call me Tom." Mr. Davis greeted.
"Then you must call me Chiron." Mr. Brunner chuckled.
"Of course, Chiron. WHat a unique name. "
"I suppose it is." Mr. Brunner smiled, as if he knew something that the others didn't.
"Well, enough chatter. We have all 10 of our cabins here, I expect you'll want to double up some one your cabins with ours for a tour?" Mr. Davis eyed the line of CHB campers, which had varying degrees of campers in each row. Most were fidgeting at this point.
"Of course. Campers!" Mr. Brunner yelled out, causing most of the campers to snap to attention, before he proceeded with dividing up the cabins into 10 groups, one CHB group per one Wavecrest cabin, before Mr. Davis dismissed everyone to take tours of the camp.
Groups: (names are CHB, numbers are Wavecrest)
Zeus, Nike, Hebe~1
Poseidon, Nemesis, Tyche~2
Athena~3
Aphrodite~4
Apollo, Hades~5
Ares~6
Demeter, Dionysus~7
Hephaestus~8
Hermes~9
Hypnos, Hecate, Dike~10
