Disclaimer: Yeah right? Im a girl.

I lay in my new bed in the stinky, rotting old Hermes cabin, waiting for sleep to come to me. The past days events flashed by me in my mind.

I rush inside, praying the house is empty. My stuff is haphazardly scattered around my room, but I pack it all in my Gucci and Louis Vinton bags. I can't bear to leave anything behind. My room looks like it got robbed and then the thief's tidied up after. I blow a kiss to my room, leave a note to my dad saying I'm fine, and leave my only home. In my rush, I broke a nail, which only worsens my mood.

The car is silent as Ana drives down the countryside. I've tried in vain to get her to explain what happened, but she's stoic. So I tune out, grabbing my ipod and rocking out to 3OH!3.

My mind is blank as I hear Chiron explain that I am a child of a God, and that they are alive and well today. Ana whispers something about 'Aphrodite'. Could she be my Godly mother? Chiron says "No, she must be claimed." And I get whisked away to Cabin Eleven.

I see people practicing with swords. Pointy swords. Swords that can hurt and maim. I also saw people that had a lot of 'battle' scars on them. If I get a single scar, someone's getting castrated. I also glimpse flying horses, archery ranges, and a barrage of other cabins that interest me. But before I get to look inside or anything, I'm thrust into a cabin that looks like crap that was chewed up and spit out by the big brown cookie monster. Great. And I see a bunch of losers who look like they might ransack my bags before I can even put them down. I select a bed that looks clean enough and lay down my silk sheets, with a down bed comforter. I can feel eyebrows rising, but I don't care, because it is around 10 at night, and I'm beat. Fighting the supernatural forces must do that to you.

I sadly gaze at the ceiling, which has spiders dangling from it. My adorable Victoria's Secret pajamas seem to shriek at the filth and grime. The only comfort is I doused Nollie perfume all over my stuff and in the surrounding areas. General Campers cough and shriek at me, but I don't care. It's not my fault they have no good taste.

Oh yeah, I was given one of those hideous orange shirts. I spent a good portion of the night cutting, tying, dieing, and overall remaking it. Now it's cuter than anything you could buy. Hmm. Maybe I should start a business. If these people ever get over the whole 'I'm absolutely freaking nuts and I think the gods are real so lets all pretend and freak the poor girl out.' thing. I bet Stephanie set them up too it.

But…. what if it's not a joke? It would explain sooooooo much in life. Why my history teacher once turned into an ugly vampire-y thing with mismatched legs. Why I can't ever concentrate in class. Why I always get moved from school to school. And why whenever Ana talks in Greek, I know what she's saying. Like, seriously, I need a sign or something to make me be sure.

So I whispered, "Mom? If you're up there and listening, can you like do something for me? Send me a sign your there. Claim me? I don't want to be stuck with these dorks forever, and I so hope you don't want me to be. I'm going to try and make you proud, even though I really don't know what you want me to do. So, I guess that's all. It really isn't a lot to ask for if you think of it. I mean, send a little sign that says 'SHE'S MINE'. I know it doesn't happen to some kids, and I hope that you care enough about me to do it. I mean, you knew what you were getting into. If you don't want a kid, next time just like pause for a minute and make the dude strap on a condom. Seriously, they have really nice ones now. Flavored, Warming, and even Vibrating. But if you do want a kid, then just freaking claim me. I mean, why wouldn't you? I just apparently escaped the Titan Lord. Not such an easy thing. Do it, please. And I hope I make you proud. Goodnight."

I felt pretty proud of myself. That was quite a speech, even if the condom things weren't the most appropriate. But seriously, why can't the gods just strap one on and save themselves a world of trouble? I'd buy them condoms……..wait, scratch that. Who knows how many they would need!? Ewwwwwwwwww. Really really icky thought right there.

'Well, here comes tomorrow' I thought. Who knew about the people? What if I woke up and that Luke/ Kronos dude was here again!? The thought of him sneaking in while I was asleep sent shivers up and down my spine. I couldn't even believe what had happened today, and I knew to brace myself for possibly the most important day in like, ever. But I wouldn't be seen with horrendous bags under my eyes! So I thought myself to sleep, planning what I was going to wear for my grand unveiling onto Camp Half-Blood. 'Oh, how about that skirt?' Was my last coherent thought before I drifted off to a world of shadows and secrets. A world where I was the prettiest and every single boy wanted me to be his. There were wars, and I sat on my throne watching with satisfaction. But suddenly, one was there. One was the winner. And he had cold, gold eyes, and a scar on his terrifying face.

A/N: Chapter's Song-Calling all Cars by Senses Fail