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Alone

She was always alone, looked down upon. So she let it out. All of her anger. On the new kids, people she didn't like, people who didn't like her.

Then she met them. The Aphrodite girl and the Hermes boy. The Poseidon kid and Athena's head counselor. What was it about them?

Sure, she and Prissy hadn't gone off on a great start, but they had gotten better. Well, they had gone to the I-hate-you-so-much-when-can-I-strangle-you stage to the I'm-only-going-to-mildly-insult-you stage. It was improvement, at least.

After the labyrinth, she and Chase had gotten on better terms. Not exactly first-name, but close enough.

And then there was Silena and Chris. She had met Chris during my second year at camp. She hadn't been claimed yet, and had stayed in the Hermes cabin for three months before her dad remembered to claim her. She didn't blame him. Survival of the fittest and the best.

Chris . . . he was the closest thing she had to a friend. He knew her, she knew him.

And then after Jackson came, he left to join Luke's army. She understood why. For Chris, Luke was his hero, his older brother. Even if Luke was only a couple years older than Chris, everyone could still see the difference.

But she was still hurt. How could he leave her? How could he, her best friend leave just like that? That's why she jumped for a quest. When Chris had left, she had realized sub-consciously that she had been falling in love with him. But then he left, and she was alone once more. She needed to prove to the world, her father, Chris, and most importantly, herself, that she wasn't dependant on Chris. That she wasn't in love.

It wasn't supposed to happen. No. She was supposed to be the tough girl, the one you could count on to hurt somebody. She wasn't supposed to be the sweet girl with the daisies in her hair.

And then he had come back. And she had never felt more alone. Because when she looked into his eyes, they were like bottomless pits, stretched out with shadows, and hollow. Hollow.

She had tried so hard to bring him back. And whenever he said 'Mary,' she had felt a twinge of jealousy. A streak of envy.

And then Silena had found her crying on the beach. She had helped. She was one of the only ones who had cared for her.

When Mr. D had come back, and cured Chris, she had been happy. Silena and Beckendorf had gotten together. They were happy. Then Silena died, fighting the drakon. For her. She had come, but she had come too late. She was gone. But she still had him.

And there they were, sitting on the beach together. He had kissed her softly and asked, "Clarisse La Rue, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

To which she said, "Yes."

And she wasn't alone, never alone again.

If you guys haven't noticed yet, I like doing unique stuff. I take something classic and put in a twist, or do something unique and make it a classic.

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