Over the rainbow

by Apollo's Little Angel

Miranda Gardiner takes her friend, Anna Waters to camp, where she is faced with cute boys, mean girls, and a civil war of honor between the cabins. Thank the gods Iris is her mother. Only She and her rag-tag team of friends can keep the peace at camp. That is, until things go way too far and a quest is issued to save Camp Half-Blood from falling apart. Again.

4. Chapter 4

It's 9:07PM and here comes chapter four! I'm on a roll tonight! Whoop, Whoop! I haven't had writer's block yet, so this is exciting. In between chapters I usually can't think of what to write next! :3

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Shaving cream spewed out of the windows, kids filing out of the cabin, laughing. The centaur—Chiron—cantered over, left bewildered by the carnage.

"Travis! Connor!" He yelled. "Come here."

Out of the many kids, two boys came forward. They looked so alike, you could almost mistake them for twins. The taller one, Travis, looked smug and the shorter one with slightly longer hair—Connor—looked pleased. I stayed away from them, not wanting to get all up in their face right then and there, but as soon as Chiron left, Connor saw me, awkward and out of place. He jogged over.

"Hey, new girl. I'm Connor, co-leader of cabin twelve."

"Hi, I'm Anna," I said, shy.

"Um… Well, as my brothers and sisters clean up that mess, I'll help you out."

"You sure you don't need me to help with… that?"

He shook his head and put his arm on my shoulder. "Nah, they can handle it. The important thing now is to help get you finalized."

"Wow. The way you said that makes me feel like you're going to spade me. It's kinda creepy."

He laughed like that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "You're funny. I like you."

Thirty minutes later, I was decked out in new jeans, an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. We tried to find a weapon for me, but there was nothing that felt right or was "me", so we abandoned the task. Back in cabin twelve, I sat on the top bunk bed, thinking about the day I had. When everyone went to eat dinner, I declined. I was too sad about everything to eat.

I took out the notebook and pencil Connor stole for me at the camp store.

I've lost my dad. He has no clue where I am or if I'm okay. He's worrying about me, I know it. I've lost my freedom. No more going to the mall, hanging out at the park, running up and down the streets of New York, screaming at the top of my lungs, just to see the peoples' reactions—most of them didn't care, but that's what made it so fun. No more dancing in the rain with Mittens on the patio in my backyard. Now I'm just a demigod, being told how to act.

I fell asleep with the notebook as my pillow, pencil in my hand, and tears streaming down my face.

Now, I'm nothing but Anna.