Dear Diary,
When I woke up, I was lying on a comfortable couch with absolutely no idea how I'd gotten there. I laid there for maybe 5-10 minutes before I got up to look for someone who may know where I was. I realized that my normal robe would be heavier and I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing an orange tee shirt that read Camp Half Blood in some foreign language. I was surprised that I could read it, the language was not Krokotopian, not Wysterian, Marleybonians spoke The Queens English, and none of the other worlds of the Spiral had a real language, for they spoke and wrote simple tribal words and phrases. I knew that because at Ravenwood School we were expected to learn all of them. At that moment a middle aged man in a wheelchair entered the room and called for someone named Stanley. The satyr that I had met on Cyclopes Lane entered behind the man. "Hey!" I yelled. The satyr guy just stood there and laughed. ""What's so funny?" I asked, aggravated by his sheer stupidity. The wheelchair guy yelled "Stanley! That's enough!" I decided to ask the two questions that I wanted answered so I yelled over them, "Hey! Is anyone listening?" They both stopped yelling at one another and turned to me. "I have two questions, One, where am I? And Two, who are you people?!" The wheelchair guy answered my questions. "For your first question, you are at Camp Half Blood." "Camp Half What?" I asked. "Camp Half Blood." He said with finality. "What's a Half Blood?" I asked. "And for your second question," he said completely ignoring me, "I am Chiron, The activities director. This is Stanley, a satyr." "Why exactly am I here?" I asked. "Because you ARE a half blood, AKA a demigod." Chiron answered. "If you think that then I'm pretty sure you have the wrong girl, I'm a wizard and I have to get back to Wizard City because my Storm Magic class starts in 2 minutes" I told him. "Then I have a question for you." He said. "Do you struggle when reading things?" "Well, yeah, so what?" "It's called dyslexia and all demigods have it because their brains are hardwired for Ancient Greek." "Ancient Greek? What's that?" "Oh right, I forgot that you aren't from here. It's a language that people spoke long ago" "you mean the '80's?" "No, I mean around BC." "Okay, is that why I could read my shirt even though it's not in any language I recognize?" "Yes, that's Ancient Greek" "huh" was the only thing that could escape my lips. "Come, I'll explain more as we tour Camp"
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