Yay! This is the third chapter I've written in one night! I'm back, baby! I forgot how much I love fanfiction! :3
How to go from a peace-loving, calm, cool, and collected fifteen year old to a chaotic, wild, weirdo
A list by Anna Waters
Fight a "mormo" in a greenhouse on a school field trip
Have your one and only friend save you
Have that one and only friend not explain what the heck just happened
Wake up in a new environment unknown to you
Find a creepy Italian dude trying to convince you that Greek mythology is real
Being surrounded by evidence to prove he's right
Not being able to blame all this craziness on drugs, because you have never taken drugs before
Nico left me after the orientation film he took me to, so he could go to sword practice with a guy named Percy. I looked around "Camp-Half blood", wondering who my mother was. The godly parent had to be my mother. I walked down to the ocean, the bay, the strawberry field. There were "satyrs" dancing around in it and…
"Miranda!" I laughed from relief that I finally had something familiar around here. I ran to her and she embraced me with a warm hug.
"I had no idea you were up!" She said apologetically. "I meant to stay with you, but I had to get back to my activities." She sounded so guilty, I hugged her.
"Don't feel bad. This guy, Nico helped sort things out."
Miranda let go, holding me at arm's length. "Nico? As in, di Angelo? Son of Hades?"
I nodded. "But I don't think we're buddy-buddy, if that's what you're asking. He saw me practically crippled and helped me out so I wouldn't get trampled."
She looked at me quizzically. "Well… okay."
"What?"
"Nothing."
I put my hands on my hips. "No, not nothing. What is it?"
Miranda bent down picking more strawberries. "Hey, I'm not going to let you who to be friends with. That's not my job."
"C'mon, what's so wrong about him?"
She huffed and stood back on her feet, looking me in the eye. "Okay, the truth: Nico is the son of Hades. While he helped us out in the second Titan war, most people stay away from him. We accept him, but stay away. You should too, I think. unless you don't want too. He just radiates death."
I blinked twice. "Duh. I mean, I'm new to this whole demigod thing, but that kinda makes sense. If I can see it, why can't you?" Miranda looked like I'd just told her she looked fat in those jeans. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't want us to fight. I just… I don't know. I felt bad that Nico has a bad rep just because of who he is. Not the actions he's done despite who he is."
She smiled a little. "You seem like you're getting back to normal. Accepting everyone, spreading your hippie love in every step, and keeping the peace. Next thing you know, everyone will have flowers in their hair and the children of Ares will be hugging everyone."
"Ares…" I said, trying to remember who he was from the film. "God of… war?"
She punched my arm. "See? You're already adapting to camp." We both laughed. That was Miranda for you. She could make even the strangest of things seem so simple. Carefree. That's why I liked her so much. "Now, then. Before dinner, go to cabin twelve and tell Travis and Connor Stoll you're new. They'll help you from there."
"Thanks, chica." I turned my back to Miranda and made my way to cabin twelve just before the windows exploded with shaving cream.