I would have posted this yesterday but my mom kicked me off before I could.

Anyway enough excuses! Here is chapter 3!

June 6

Chiron has informed me I didn't write enough in my last entry. I say who cares. I'm not going to write my heart out in this thing. Not now not ever. I don't like people. And I know oh therapist I won't like you.

I will tell you everything started with Jacks. If you want to know what happened go ask him. I'm not saying it was his fault. He meant well but his plans were poorly executed. I wish I'd known what he was going to do. Maybe things would have been different.

Flashback, capture the flag night

"Tori get ready, we're with Poseidon cabin tonight," Connor Stoll was grinning from ear to ear. "Percy managed to get Athena on our side!"

"Great," I mumbled. At least I didn't have to deal with Ares cabin. I grabbed my bow and quiver out of my trunk (I always kept it locked after my cell phone went missing) and found a spare sword to fight with.

I walked into the night. I only felt truly at home in the darkness. The moon was just a sliver. My team was congregated at Zeus's fist. I was grouped with a couple of Apollo campers to run border patrol. Percy stabbed the flag into the fist and headed off towards the other side.

My group went to patrol. We broke up into two sub groups but stayed within earshot. Two of the girls in my group kept complaining about how dark it was and how hard it would be to hit their targets when they couldn't see.

I finally smacked them in the back of their heads and whisper-yelled, "You're daughters of Apollo! You don't need to see what you're shooting at!"

Needless to say they didn't appreciate it. It wasn't until they started complaining about me that I left. They didn't even notice I was gone.

I climbed a tree to get a better view of my surroundings and noticed a group of Ares campers sneaking (if you could call it that) through the woods towards the fist. I sighed and began picking them off. I shot one in the shoulder, one in the leg, and one in the wrist, causing her to drop her sword. I fired fast enough that they probably thought there were several archers in the woods attacking them.

I knocked two arrows and let them fly, hitting one boy hard enough in the chest to knock his breath out. The last two began advancing in my direction. I shot one in the foot. Interesting fact, when looking for people most people don't look up.

The boy I hit in the chest and another Ares camper were the only two left on their feet and were fairly close to my tree. I grazed the second one in the back of the head, knocking him out, and dropped out of my tree behind the boy. He drew his sword and I drew mine.

"Hey tiny," he said with a smirk.

"What you think you can beat me just because you're bigger?" my eyes narrowed.

He leapt at me and I sidestepped. Our fight continued in a whirl of blades. I was good but I could see he was better. So I started making as much noise as possible. Curse me and my theatrics. The sounds of our battle alerted the patrol to out location.

An Apollo camper took the Ares boy down from behind. The leader of the patrol gave me a lecture on not wandering off. I sat there and took it while wondering if Percy had gone all hero and gotten the flag yet.

Pretty soon Annabeth came running across the border signaling the game was over. About freaking time.

I turned around and walked towards the lake. "I was talking to you!" I shook my head with a smile as the Apollo camper shrieked at me.

I slipped through the shadows and waited for Damien by the lake. It was almost eerie in the dark with the moon reflecting off it. I sighed as I laid on my back with my eyes closed. The tall grass waved around me with the slight breeze. I felt someone breathing over me and opened my eyes to see Damien's face hovering about an inch in front of mine. I grinned at him and he planted a kiss on my lips.

"Nice to see someone who doesn't want to yell at me," I said as I sat up.

"Yeah I suppose it is."

Damien was one of the few unclaimed kids left with me. There were a dozen of us that could fit into three categorize. Air heads like Francesca who didn't really care, people like me and Damien who were desperate to be noticed, and the few kids who were too young to know what was going on.

There were there were three in the air head group, Francesca, her boyfriend Carlos, and Silvia. There were two younger kids, Delilah and Shawn. And then there were the desperate kids, me, Damien, Piper, Angela, Jacks, Darius, and Evan.

We pulled more pranks than the Hermes kids and were the biggest show-offs of all time. Mostly we worked alone, although occasionally for a big prank we would get together. We were a tightly bonded group. Piper, Angela, and I went on a quest to a girls' reform school together two years previously to grab some half-bloods. Damien and Darius had regular sword contests and Jacks and Evan always seemed to be hanging around.

"Why did you want me to meet you?" I asked.

"Jacks came up with a great prank to pull. They wanted me to clue you in," he answered with a grin.

I nodded, "Who else knows?"

"Evan and Piper. We were thinking about getting the whole group for this one," his grin turned devilish.

"What's the plan?"

"I can't tell you. That's Jacks's secret to tell."

I frowned but I couldn't argue with that. We had to give the kid recognition.

"So…when are we getting together?" I asked.

"Back here. Three days. Midnight," he answered.

"I'll be here."

"I know you will."

Present day

I realized I zoned out looking out the window at the lake while I wrote in the damned book. The lake, where it all started. And where I had not so long after lost a friend.

Any ideas? I think I have a good one and would like to bounce it off someone but need to find a dedicated readed first.

Once again Nokamiso. YOU DON'T COUNT!