I laid on my back in my bed staring at the ceiling for hours. I couldn't fall asleep. All of the day's events swirled through my brain, especially my conversation with my Mom.
Of course something like this would happen to me. I was born into a family that had complications. But the fact that children were dying because of my family, now that was hard to take in. About 24 hours ago I had thought that my family, even though we were separated, was perfect and loving. Now, the weight of the deaths of other children and teens were on my shoulders and it was because of my family. I mean sure, why should I care? I didn't know these people. Heck, if they got to camp and found out who I was they would probably treat me just as bad as everyone else. I had to face the fact. I'm an outcast here at camp. No matter what I do I will never truly belong here because I shouldn't even exist.
I turned over on my side, trying to leave my problems behind me. But no matter which way I twisted or turned, the burden of lives rested on my shoulders. I remembered the attack on me and Christian at school. By some miracle, we had survived the attack from the Chimeras. I couldn't imagine how a young child could possibly survive a vicious attack from just one of those creatures, demigod or not. No child deserves that fate. Just by that thought process alone, I then made my decision. I didn't know where to start or even what I was going to do to stop these attacks. All I knew is that someone had to stop innocent deaths, and I was going to do my part to help out.
I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. The green LED lights read 6:00 AM. I flung back the covers and hopped out of bed. I put on a pair of Nike shorts, a t-shirt, and Nike crew socks. I slipped on my Nike tennis shoes. I looked around the room. There had to be a backpack somewhere to put supplies in. I walked over to one of the doors next to the kitchen and opened it. Sure enough, along with a closet stocked with food and supplies, a backpack sat at the bottom. I pulled the backpack out and checked to see if anything was in it. Inside, there were medical supplies, a rope, sunscreen, and a container of those golden butter thingies. Strapped on the side was a water bottle. In one of the front pockets there was a wallet. On the left side of the wallet, there was a credit card and $100 cash. On the other side, there were gold coins that looked like coins I had seen in my Greek Mythology class. I assumed they were drachmas. At least I didn't have to worry about money now. I stocked the rest of the backpack with snacks and food I could eat. Who knew when the next time I would eat a full meal would be.
I then shouldered my backpack and walked towards the front door. I put my hand on the door handle and turned around to take one last look at the room. I had just got here, and now I was about to leave this cool place. But I knew I had to do the right thing. And whether children were dying because of my family's mistakes or not, helping them was the right thing to do. Sometimes the right thing isn't always the easiest to do. I didn't know what I was getting into, but I had to try and fix what was wrong. I sighed and turned back towards the door. I swung the front door open, ready to take one whatever obstacles were in front of me.
Standing directly in front of me with is arm raised and hand in a fist ready to knock was Apollo. "Oh. Good morning," he said smiling. "Where are you off to?"