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Monster
But that didn't prepare me for what happened next…
So I was hanging out in my, no, excuse me, our cabin. Sophia (my sister) was perfecting her braiding technique…on me. When I heard the conch horn, I was both relieved and confused. I ripped the braids out of my hair and ran outside. Then I saw it. A huge monster. I would swear it was at least twelve feet tall, maybe more. If that wasn't enough, it had horrible claws and teeth almost as long as me. I ran back to my cabin and grabbed my sword. "What's up?" Sophia questioned. "Oh, uh." I tried to come up with something. "There is a meeting," I couldn't think of anything. "For the kids…who…are in…a, um," I had no idea where this is going "Group of people who were in…the last Titan war!" I finished. Sooth, Nico. Smooth. "So what you're saying is, 'There is a meeting for the campers in the second Titan war.' And that's where you're going?" Sophia considered. "Yeah. Exactly that." I agreed.
I ran outside and found a group of campers fighting a losing battle. 12 other kids joined the fight with me. I knew exactly what to do. While one dumb kid went for the face, I crept to the side and impaled my sword into the soft spot under the belly. I backed away immediately, feeling proud of myself. The kid attacking the head was the last one fighting. Although I already killed the monster, this dude was still just making his sword grosser. Well when the kid (his name was John) finally backed away. He realized the beast was dead and figured, "Hey, I must have done that!" Well, he was wrong. I was about to correct him with my fists-I mean, words, when the rest of the campers decided we was right. As he has walking around like a hero, I sulked back to my cabin. Nice going, John.
At cabin 13, I was greeted by a very angry Sophia. She lectured me on lying, and vividly recounted how she found out I was lying. She said something like, "Well, as I heard a roar and screaming, I thought there was a monster." Then I said something like, "No, duh, Sherlock." And that was how I spent dinner time being chased by an 11-year-old.
When I finally got time to eat, Percy came up to me. After I explained my monster dilemma, he walked away, laughing at my expense. Is my life a joke? Yeah, probably.
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