The blonde, curly haired girl came up to us and did something that really surprised me. She pushed my brother down the hill. "You idiot! You can't just run away from me like that!"
"Why not?" Percy challenged, walking back up the hill.
"Because I was telling you something import- who is she." She said giving me an icy glare.
I put out my hand without, not bothered at all by the glare, and said, "Percell. But you can call me Percy. Everyone does."
"Annabeth," she shook my hand, "but just who are you?"
"Ummmm, well, you see, I was at school, minding my own business, when suddenly a huge black dog tries to kill me. Then, out of the blue, this guys pops out of nowhere and kills it with a big stick."
Annabeth didn't look convinced, but she shook it off. "Okay. I guess we should bring you to Chiron to explain every thing to you. Follow us."
As we walked through the camp, I couldn't help but notice how strange everything was. The campers were just wandering around the grounds doing whatever they liked. We had finally reached the Big House. Two men were sitting by a table playing a card game. One was in a wheel chair and had a scraggly beard. The other, well, he was a plump man with bloodshot eyes. Bacchus, maybe? The one with the beard looked over at me and when his eyes met mine, he seemed to panic.
"I'm sorry Mr. D, but I have won this hand." the man in the wheel chai said, turning back to his game.
"As always," Mr. D sighed. Then, he turned towards me. "New camper, are you? Well, welcome to Camp Half-blood and blah blah blah."
Mr. D snapped his fingers and was gone in an instant.
"Why did he leave?" Annabeth asked.
"I don't know." Chiron replied, "Do you mind leaving this girl's orientation to me and Percy, my dear?"
"Um, sure" Annabeth looked at Percy one more time, then left.
"So, Percell Jackson," Chiron said to me, "what brought you here?"