Extra Super Duper Waaaaaaaaaay Too Late Update Chapter.

A/N: HEY! I missed you guys so much! So this is a chapter for the story since I owe y'all one, it's been so long. Also because it's the ten year anniversary of 9/11... I thought Allie might take her first trip to the... wait... wait... *dramatic pause* CAMP FIRE! haha. Well... it's gonna be a little sad, but mostly like normal. And I know its a few days late, but I was sick and still am when I wrote this. So I have an excuse. This'll also be my first time writing a camp fire... so... ENNJOY! ;D

"ALLLLLLLIIIIIIEEEEE!" One of my younger sisters yelled. "WE GOTTA GO TO THE CAMP FIRE! ANNNNNAAAABEEETH! IM GONNA TRY AND THROGH PERCY INTO THE FIRE, TOO!" Ah, it was Jessica. Jessica and I could be twins, if she were 13, 5'0", and in the seventh grade. She was only seven.

Jessica's a violent little girl. She always tried to torture Seaweed Brain in some way or another. Whether it was sneaking up on him and yelling in his ear, pulling his hair, splashing him from behind, or not getting off of Annie's or my back when we're giving her piggy back rides. I know... and she will never stop. She's a true-blue, seven year-old Athenian.

"Jessi, stop yelling, I'm taking my ballet shoes off right now," I held up one of my pointe shoes for her to see. "See?"

"Yes. Now lets see the other one, missy!" She commanded.

So, I held up the other one. But it was still on my foot. That's when she cracked up laughing. She loves it when I do that.

"TAKE IT OFF!"

"STOP YELLING!"

"Ok... ANNABETH! LE-"

"Jessi, stop. I have a head ache. I was stuck listening to Demeter all day." Said Annabeth.

I ignored this, because I know what it's like. Once, I helped the Stolls with a prank on Olympus. What were we pulling? A prank on Demeter, duh. Both Athena and Hermes were too la- sorry, busy- to do something about their being po'd with Demeter, so they asked the two best children that could easily pull off a prank on a Goddess. Yeah, I know, I'm screwed up in the head, and I'm a dancer... But when she found out we were the ones who killed her crops, she just had to lecture us about cereal and stuff. My gods, if we wanted to learn cereal's history, we could easily just ask my mom. What ever...

Bare footed, I walked up to the shoe tree Annebeth and I shared and grabbed my flip flops, put them on, and headed to the door.

I had only been here for a week, but the whole thing that they had going on at the beginning was still new to me. The Apollo cabin lead the singalong, something about how grandma got ready for war or something, making moves for the different pieces of armor, and all, but I still didn't know the lyrics, the moves, and I couldn't get past the first two words with out Will Solice sticking his tongue out at me and making a stupid face, causing me to crack up laughing... or the Stolls start to mess around with Nico Di Angelo. Any way, after the ridiculous singing was done, everyone sat down and Chiron made an announcement, one I didn't want to hear.

"Great job, everyone. Now would usually be the time I introduce the new campers, but Clarisse said her new sister didn't want to participate yet," He told everyone. But that wasn't the part that I didn't want to hear, this was: "But on a sadder note, everybody knows what today is, I hope." He sent a few glances to the following: Connor and Travis Stoll and Leo Valdez, a son of Hephestus.

"What? I do to know what today is! It's Sunday, right, or did Piper lie and it's Monday. Gods, I hate Mondays." Leo exclaimed.

"No, and yes. Today is Sunday, but do you know what happened ten years ago on today?"

Oh, Athena help me not to cry. No, don't say it. Please, I'm pleading!

"Yeah, something, like a lot of people were born or something, right?"

"GODS, your so dense, Valdez. 9/11 happened today." It was Drew. Oh, great. Here come the tears. No. I can't let them fall. I'm not that type of person. I'm strong, not emotional.

"For once, Drew is right. Today is the ten year anniversary of 9/11. I know some of you have some emotional connection to this day, so lets get this over with. Will everyone please join me in a moment of silence to remember the ones we lost?"

I wiped a tear. I lost my only care-taker that day. My aunt. Apparently, my mom had gotten pretty close to my dad's sister, and my aunt had gotten close to my mom. After my mom left, my dad had to go on a trip. My aunt volunteered to take me in. So, I stayed with her. I guess you could say I'm not like most demigods who's parent was one of the goddesses. I had a female figure in my life to look up to. But when it was 2001, my dad came back from his trip. It was a long trip. My aunt went to work that day, like most, but she worked in the south building of the Twin Towers. She didn't know it what was going to happen. My dad took me to daycare that morning, and I played with my friends and all. But when my dad picked me up early, like twenty minutes later, I knew something was wrong. My dad and I tried to work it all out between the work, school, extracurricular, and all, but it didn't work out. I was sent to an orphanage. I had no uncle, my grandparents were to old, my cousins weren't of legal age yet, so I was spent years trying different families, failing, and starting over. Finally, my dad said I was old enough to go to a place my mom wanted me to go to for years. If you havn't guessed yet, it was Camp Half-blood. But here's the problem: I lived in an orphanage, in Oklahoma, I'd lost my family and I was on the edge of loosing it. But he handed me one hundred dollars in cash, a pre-paid plane ticked, and an owl necklace that I never take off.

Once the moment of silence was over, I pulled my self together and put on a blissful grin.

We joked : "I'm Cherokee, Nico, not Mexican! I'm no where near one of it!" Explained Piper, pointing to Leo with her finger. "Stupid Korean, go back to Korea and... stuff!" The thing is, everyone knows that Nico's Italian, and Leo and Piper are really close friends. She would never make fun of him or be racist. That's not her style.

Ate s'mores, and joked some more and did the usual stuff we do at the camp fire. I can't say that if I live to be a hundred and never see the fire get any brighter or higher in my life, that's ok, because every night it does.

When we got back to our cabin, Jessica yelled at us to get ready for bed, complained how Percy didn't catch fire, and told me to keep track of my pointe shoes. I obeyed. That girl just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

I love my cabin.