"Welcome to Cabin Eleven! There's a spare bed over there. It's yours." Luke pointed to a bed in the corner of the cabin.

"Thanks." I let out a deep breath. It's been an exhausting day. Way too much action for me.

"You can call your mother now if you want." Luke hands me a phone.

"Thanks." I took it, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to call just yet.

"You okay?" He looked at me worryingly. "You just went all quiet."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie. "Just been a long day."

"Okay, but if you need anything-"

"I'll make sure to ask." I cut him off. As nice as he is, I just want to be alone right now. Luke obviously got the hint because he then retreated from the cabin and told he'd be at the fighting arena if I needed anything. Because I totally know where that is.

I looked at the phone in my hand. I felt my fingers dialing a number that means home. But not anymore. Camp Half-Blood is my new home.

"Hello?" I heard the voice of my mother through the receiver.

Flashback:

As I saw him calling my mom, I felt a pit form in my stomach.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Reed?"

"Speaking."

"This is Mr. Brown, your daughter's principal."

"Is everything okay with Brooklyn?" Her voice was enriched with worry.

"Not exactly. Can you come to the school now? I think we need to talk."

"Of course. I'll be right over." And with that, she hung up. I knew she was leaving work right away to come. And that didn't make me feel the tiniest bit better. We needed every penny we could get since my dad left us when I was born. I don't know anything about him, not even his name. But something tells me I don't even want to know. The only thing I do know, is that I hate him. And he could do nothing that would ever make up for it.

Ten long minutes later, my mother showed up.

"Have a seat."

"Is everything okay?" My mother looked at me with a worrying expression as she sat down.

"Your daughter seems to have extreme difficulty in reading and learning. As a result, I cannot have her continue in my school."

"What do you mean."

"I mean that you and your daughter don't belong here. I'm sorry."

"No, I mean what inability to read."

"Your daughter seems to have some sort of dyslexia. You will want to get her tested. As we are a highly academic school, we do not offer classes for the learning disabled. I'm sorry. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." And with that, he motioned for us to leave.

Rude. That was just rude.

My mother didn't say anything. I followed her out the office, through the hallways, and out to the carpark. I didn't feel anything. I was numb. I needed a reaction from my mother. I looked into her face and I got my answer.

I was a disappointment. I was, and I would always be.

End of Flashback

"Mom?"

"Brooklyn where are you? Why didn't you come home straight after school?"

"I'm… in this place."

"Brooklyn. What is going on?"

"It has to do with dad. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." That sense of numbness that I feel a lot has come back.

"Brooklyn have you run away!?"

"No! I just need to be here. It's a camp. For people like me."

"What do you mean like me?"

"Well for starters they all only have one parent. And they all have dyslexia and ADHD."

"How do you think you're going to pay for this."

"I have money."

"Brooklyn…"

"Seriously mom, I'm fine. I love you." And with that, I hung up the phone. A lump formed in my throat.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, feeling a sense of helplessness wash upon me.

I heard a conch shell blast. I remembered the video saying that that was the call for dinner.

But I wasn't hungry.

Instead, I lay down on my bed, thinking.

But I was tired of thinking. So instead, I went to sleep.

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