Chapter 3
"What do you mean 'safe for people like me'? How am I different?" I asked angrily. An old habit of twirling my long strawberry-blonde hair around my fingers when I got nervous came back to me. I took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm sorry; I'm just really really upset right now."
"It's okay. I can't explain everything right now, or you'll think I'm crazy. I promise, though, I'll explain stuff later on. As for how you're different, I bet you have ADHD, and are dyslexic. You've never met one of your parents. And you get kicked outta schools a lot.'' Grover said.
"How did you- so?" I asked. "I bet lots of people are like that."
"I can tell. And yes, lots of kids and teens are like that. Including you."
What he said made me think. I remember my mom talking to me one day about if I ever needed help, go to Long Island. Thinking about my mom hurt, and my eyes started to tear up. No, I'm not going to cry. Not now, not in front of him either. I sniffled my tears back, and looked out the window. As we drove by, I saw a fruit stand. Sitting there were three old ladies knitting these huge socks. The one in the middle took out a pair of scissors and cut the yarn. It seemed normal enough, but it bothered me for some reason. I turned and looked back at Grover. He was watching me carefully.
"What?" I asked
"Hm? Oh nothing. I was just randomly noticed your eyes. They're black."
"Yeah, I don't get it either. Isn't supposed to be really rare?" People ask me about that all the time. My mom says I got it from my dad. I looked back out the window. Now we were going down another country road, and up ahead was a couple hills and a seriously big pine tree with something gold in the branches.
We pulled up to the end of the road and I opened the door and got out. "Is this is?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Lottie, welcome to Camp Half-Blood.