The next few moments were a blur. I saw a girl with black choppy hair carrying me somewhere. She looked about fifteen. Then I saw Rachel with a man in a wheelchair, and that same girl who carried me. He was looking at the drawings in my book and discussing them with Rachel and the girl. I realised I must be on a bed, but I had no idea where I was. I fainted from exhaustion, again.
When I finally came to my senses, I realised I was in an infirmary. A guy with blond hair and blue eyes was tending to someone on the bed next to me. First thing that came to my mind was that I just won the award for being the most useless girl ever. Second thing that came to my mind was food. I looked around but all I could see was a glass of an apple juice like drink that was probably medicine. Disgusting as the medicine I have normally had is, I decided to leave it. "Your up, good. I'll go get the others soon." The guy said "But first, have a sip of this" He directed to the apple juice medicine. I was skeptical but I picked it up. I figured the guy must be the doctor, even though he was still in his teens. I got myself ready to taste disgusting medicine, but I didn't need to, as it tasted like brownies. The same brownies that my sister and I used to make before she went to highschool.
Still trying to contemplate how that even worked, the others came in. Rachel, the girl who carried me here, the man in a wheelchair, a man in a leopard print shirt who was obviously annoyed and another girl with grey eyes and blonde hair. "Which of your parents have you never know?" The blonde girl asked. I was quite shocked to speak. Who was this girl? How did she know I'd never met my mother? Thoughts were racing through my mind when Rachel spoke "Amelia Chloris Flores has never known her mother. Her father went missing for nine months in Maine, on a camping trip with his friends, that was supposed to last a weekend. The friends were never found again, but her father came out with her." She explained. "Who her mother is, I don't know."
I nearly fainted again. How did Rachel know the exact story, and even more strange, how did she know my middle name? Only my dad knew about it, not my sister. My dad never uttered a word to my sister and her friends, so how did she know? I guess the confusion showed on my face because the blonde girl snapped at Rachel "Stop it, you're confusing her with your knowledge of this stuff." "Ok Annabeth." Replied Rachel "I suppose you're never confused with knowledge because of your mother." Before a full fight started out, the man in a wheelchair spoke "Thalia, Annabeth, show Amelia around. Rachel, Dionysus I needed to talk with you, I'm guessing you know about what."