Disclaimer: PJO or HoO plot belong to the author, fan-made characters belong to the fans.
Writer: Witty Thief
Hope you enjoy this story! ~K the Demigod
From the perspective of Margaret, daughter of Hermes.
{Continued as left off in chapter 2}
I stumbled into my cabin eleven, groaning as my leg muscles ached underneath me. The Ares cabin had been drilling with us in the arena, and I was assigned to be partners with Clarisse. I fell onto my bottom bunk in the back of the cabin, and groaned again as my back hit my leather shin-guards which were piled untidily on my bed. My sister Jacquelin burst in just as my eyes began to close, she was crying. I sat up and threw my guards beneath the bed as Jacquelin climbed onto the top bunk above me. I stuck my head out of my bunk, and tapped on the wooden frame of hers. She looked down at me, her hair streaming straight down and a tear dripped onto my face.
"Jacquelin? What's wrong? Did Piper yell at you again?" I asked.
My sister looked at me, "The whole Aphrodite cabin is mad at me, just because I made their cabin smell bad."
"I thought it was hilarious sis, don't worry about those girly girls," I grinned at her.
Jacquelin wiped her face and smiled back at me. "Thanks, Margaret."
At that moment, my older brothers, Travis, Connor and David walked into the cabin. David sat on his bunk near the front of the cabin, and starting sharping his sword.
Travis and Connor came over to Jacquelin and I, and grinned in unison.
"Lights out sista's," Connor said, and behind him, Travis nodded.
"Of course, O Wise Head counselors," Jacquelin said, bowing her head.
As the rest of our siblings and the unclaimed campers filed into the cabin, Travis sat down on his bed. Immediately the sound of a huge fart came from him, and everyone stared at him. I couldn't take it any longer, and I collapsed into giggles, rolling around on my bunk. Jacquelin began laughing as well from above me, and she gave me a high-five. By the door, Connor switched off the lights, and a series of groans came from all the campers.
Eventually all the laughter died down, and as I drifted off to sleep, I heard Travis whisper in my ear; "I'll get you back, little sis."
Giggling again, I shoved him away, and fell asleep.