A/N: Ummmmmmmm. Wow. Where do I begin? First of all, I don't hate you guys, and that is not the reason I have not updated. Back in May, about a week after I last published this, my dad found my Fan Fiction and Tumblr account. He banned me from them both, with a strict warning. Until now, I have not been able to come on here and update, although I have been reading and reviewing other people's fictions. Not to mention I have had a severe case of writer's block. I have wanted to make this story filled with action, but since my internet usage (and Microsoft word usage) has been monitored and still is, I'm not so sure how well that will work out. Right now, this story will only be a few more chapters long, and probably a filler chapter depending on how you look at it. Anyways, enough of my blabbering. Here comes the real story.

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After dinner, Belle stormed her way through the center of the cabins and headed to Number 8. Her mind was filled with so many words of hate it was hard to not pick up a stone and hurl it through some unsuspecting cabin window. Belle was mad at the world. Not necessarily the world, but a good deal of people in it. Apparently after she had told Aimee her plan to join the Hunters, the news spread like wildfire. According to Alexis in the Apollo cabin, the Hunters were always looked down upon at camp. Belle had retaliated with a number of responses such as: "but they helped to save camp in the battle against Kronos," or "in all the years I've come here I've never felt so rude towards them". But the damage was already done.

Alessandra Ross, the head camper in the Nyx cabin was the worst. As Belle stood in line at the brazier, the older girl had the nerve to come up to Belle and ask what she was thinking, joining such a disreputable group as the Hunters. Belle answered simply stating that she at least had the nerve to join a group, instead of wishing she was in one for her entire life. That remark really made Alessandra upset. Alessandra marched up to Mr. D, and told him something inaudible to Belle's ears. Belle in turn tried to forget about the whole incident and went to sit down at her table after offering her sacrifice. As she was lifting the first forkful of food up to her mouth she heard her name.

"Bella?" Came Mr. D's unmistakable sarcastic voice.

Belle whipped her head towards where the god was sitting, and saw Chiron lean and whisper something into Mr. D's ear.

"I'm so sorry," Mr. D retracted. "Belle?" He looked straight at Belle.

Belle let out a silent prayer to her mother that the god would not fry her alive. From her years at camp, Belle had learned that he was not one to mess with. She slowly rose out of her seat and walked to the god.

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Needless to say, Mr. D was not happy with Belle's "behavior" toward Alessandra. According to him, Belle had called the innocent girl a number of unrepeatable names, and made several rude gestures. Belle denied them all and looked to Chiron for help, but the centaur was wise and ignored her telepathic pleas. As punishment for her "rash and rude behavior," Belle was denied being able to attend the campfire, and was sent to her cabin. That was fine by her, it gave her time to think and be away from the prying stares of her fellow campers.

All day long Belle had heard the snickers and whispers of her campers. She was now the strange one out of the bunch. Even though as a little girl Belle had wanted people to pay attention to her, she was regretting that wish very much.

Belle flopped down on her bed and buried her head in her hands, allowing herself to be overcome by anger. It wasn't fair! She had never asked for this, just like she never asked to be someone who was afraid in battles or capture the flag. Belle leaned back on her pillows, trying to take deep breaths. It was slowly working, until the front door banged open. Standing inside her dimly lit cabin was her best friend, Aimee and her sister Annabeth.

"Please tell me that you've come to make sure I'm alive and now you are leaving." Came Belle's irritated voice.

"As if," Aimee replied. "Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get out of bed."

"I'm not in bed, I'm on it." Belle reminded Aimee.

"Then get off of it. What is the matter with you girl? I come offering advice with the smartest person other yours truly, and all I get are sassy remarks."

Belle sat up abruptly and glared at Aimee. "I didn't exactly ask for you to come and talk to me. The rest of camp hates me!"

Aimee gave Belle a blank stare. "Of course. The entire camp hates you and yet two people are in here trying to cheer you up.

"Fine then! Everybody save two!"

"Knock it off you two!" Annabeth's voice sounded over her sister and her best friend. "This is why I came with Aimee. I know what happens when you two argue, and I didn't want you to tear each other's throats out!"

Aimee muttered something under her breath.

"What did you just say?" Belle asked her voice tight with apparent irritation.

"Nothing."

"You ah-bviously said something or else I wouldn't have heard anything."

"Who says I want you to hear?"

"You are an impossible friend, Aimee!"

"Seriously. I go to all this work and you call me impossible?"

Belle inhaled, and eyed her friend suspiciously. "All this work? All what work?"

"Do you remember how I had to leave the sword arena today for a restroom break, even though I had just gone after breakfast?"

"Uh, yeah." Said Belle. "I remember when you just up and left me."

"I didn't want to leave you, I just had to." Aimee said.

"So let me get this straight." Belle said. "You left me in the sword arena today for no apparent reason, except that you are now telling me that reason. I'm using reasoning, and guessing that you probably snuck out to meet some boy?"

"Puh-lease, Belle! That was the furthest thing on my mind."

"That's what they all say." Belle muttered.

"I heard that!"

"Good for you! What do you want, an award?"

"Stop it, both of you!" Annabeth intervened.

Belle glared lightly at the older camper. "Why do I have the feeling you are like a referee of sorts?"

Annabeth shrugged. "I'm not only useful as a brainiac."

"As I was saying," Aimee continued "I had to meet a woman out in the woods. I had a question for her."

"Was she a mortal?" Belle fired back.

"Why would it matter?" Aimee responded.

"If it was a mortal then that means that you had to have let her in the boundaries." Came Belle's triumphant response.

"If it appeases your mind, I will tell you that she is not a mortal like… oh I don't know, maybe Jennifer Aniston?"

"Aimee, she is a demigod also. Aphrodite I think." Belle reminded her friend.

"Sorry, then Justin Bieber." Aimee compensated.

"You actually like that freak?" squealed Belle. "That is repulsive."

"I don't like him; I'm just using him as an example of a normal mortal, not a demigod." Aimee said through gritted teeth.

"You've made my mind wander," Belle said "Where were you going with this whole explanation about Justin Bieber?"

"I was explaining this woman I met." Aimee said.

"So then she was a normal mortal like Justin Bieber?" asked Belle.

"No. I was using Justin Bieber as an example of what that woman is not like."

"So then why didn't you just say that she wasn't mortal?" Belle asked.

"Forget it." Aimee huffed. "I'm just going to come out and say it. I went into the woods to meet a goddess."

"Why, in the name of all the great gods of the universe, did you not just tell me this?" Belle screeched. "My life would have been made so much simpler, and we would not be arguing back and forth like a bunch of animals."

"Theoretically, we are not arguing, we are just debating." Aimee responded.

"Then tell me who it was." Belle said.

Aimee went suddenly quiet. "It was your mom, Artemis."

Belle felt as though someone had punched her squarely in the gut. Unfortunately, she knew exactly how that experience felt. "M-my mom?" she questioned.

Aimee nodded. "I had a… proposition of sorts. Or something along those lines. After the whole Mt. Olympus incident, I had a gut feeling that you would join the Hunters. I-I know it sounds bad, but I knew that you wanted to belong, and to not always be shoved into the background."

Upon hearing those words, Belle sighed and leaned back. Aimee had just hit Belle's main nerve. Once again, the subject was coming down on how 'unimportant' she was. Her whole life at camp, she had been in the background. Belle was just another unclaimed in the Hermes cabin. It didn't help at all that she was immensely overshadowed by some of the best heroes: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico DiAngelo, Thalia Grace, Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf and many more. "That's not the only reason I decided to join the Hunt, Aimee."

"Then what other reasons were there?" Aimee asked innocently.

"Why did you meet my mom?" Belle hurriedly interjected, anxious to change the subject.

Aimee gave Belle a sidelong glance before responding. "How long have we known each other?"

Belle stared at her best friend blankly. It was only then that she realized that Annabeth must have snuck out of the cabin unnoticed. It was either that or she was wearing that gods-curst invisibility hat again. "About six years or so."

"Are we really best friends or are you just saying that because you don't want to hurt me?"

"You've known me for six years, Aimee. I am not the lying type." Belle said.

"I agree."

"In order to answer your question, Aimee, I am your best friend.

A look of relief spread over Aimee's face. "I am really glad to hear that."

"Aren't you missing the campfire sing-a-long?" Belle asked, and then wished she could sew her mouth closed. Leave that ridiculous ADHD to ruin a deep moment between her and her best friend. She had heard that impulsiveness could keep a demigod alive in battle, but that didn't mean it wasn't any less obnoxious on a daily basis.

"Did you seriously just ask me that?" Aimee asked, not sure whether to slap her friend or suppress a smile.

"Go on." Belle muttered with a wave of her hand.

"Anyways, Belle, I don't know what your response will be to my announcement. I just ask that you don't do anything too brash." Aimee said soothingly.

Belle raised her eyebrows and looked at Aimee as if she were an alien. "If you don't spit it out already I will fly off the hook and I don't think that you want to get caught up in one of my tempers."

"You're right," said Aimee, "I don't."

"So spit it out."

Aimee leaned forward, and placed her hands on her thighs. Her palms were sweaty, but unfortunately there was no turning back now. "Belle, I met with your mother…" She cleared her throat and started again. "Belle, I'm joining the Hunters of Artemis."

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A/N: I guess you could say I'm a little irritated with all of you readers. I have this magic thing called "The Ability To Check The Traffic On This Story." I can see that lots of people are reading, but few are reviewing. So in other words, if you do not review this story, I WILL NOT update this for a few months. Please review!

Reading and not reviewing is like stealing.

~ Sarra