AN: Hey guys this is Scarpelt18's OC, hope you enjoy R&R Please :) ~CaitCait12
Em's POV
First things first, I'm not an idiot. I see the other campers laugh at me. I know what they think of me. They call me messed up and really weird. And do I care? No, not really. Of course it hurts a little, but it's better than being dull or just 'her'.
And here I am sitting alone at the Hades table. Oh right, I guess you should know that my dad is the God of Death. I've never met him and hopefully never will. Because I could care less who he is. I don't really mind that he just left. From what I heard, my dad is a complete jerk. Anyways back to sitting alone thing. Well, that Nico kid is somewhere in the world and then there's no one else.
I actually love being left alone! It's nice for me because I'm not a people person; I'm more of a dead animal person. I'm being completely serious; my pet and best friend is a giant grizzly bear skeleton. I named her Cutie Pie. It's one of my 'powers'. I can summon the dead, but I prefer to summon animals because humans moan more. I was determined after Percy made the law that every god has to determine their children. I became even more of an outcast when I was determined daughter of Hades.
I'm not good at anything, you could say. I won't touch swords, I suck at archery and the spear doesn't make it that far when I throw it. My 'weapon' is a lighter that never dies out. I've been an arsonist since I was like seven. I would burn things, a lot of things. In third grade I somehow got the girls bathroom in flames, I was kicked out. I guess I just love the look of fire and there's this feeling I get when I burn something, I don't know what that feeling is but I love that feeling.
Some girls at the Aphrodite table start giggling and looking at me. They're laughing at my outfit again. I don't really have a sense of style at all. I just wear what I want to wear; it's as simple as that. Like today I'm wearing the same shoes I wear every day, my black knee high converse shoes. I'm also wearing short black shorts, the camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a really baggy burgundy colored sweater. I don't understand why that's so funny. Maybe they're also laughing at my hair, that's understandable. My hair is just a mass of messy black waves with curls here and there. It's almost impossible to brush! I don't wear makeup either. I just don't like it; don't feel the need to wear it.
My thoughts are interrupted by Chiron, "I know we haven't done anything exciting in the last few weeks and I've been over hearing that some cabins would like a game of capture the flag. You will continue your training for today then we will play capture the flag tomorrow afternoon. Dismissed"
My usually dead serious face turns into a frown. I make a growling sound like a dog or something while I stand up. The only thing that goes through my head while everyone else leaves to train is: I hate capture the flag.
AN: I hoped you liked it. I'll try to add a chapter or two every weekend. Please R&R. We'd really like to know what you thought of it :) ~CaitCait12