Hi everybody!

I'm sorry for not updating recently. My family went out of town for Christmas, and I left my laptop at home. I also neglected my other stories while writing this one, so I was trying to write some chapters for those.

If you are not Christian, or if you are not religious or don't celebrate Christmas at all, this is not written to offend. Please do not take any of what is written personally, this is meant simply for enjoyment, and is not supported by any church or denomination.

Also if any of you are Anglican, I'm sorry if I did not spell the church name right, and I'm sorry if such a church doesn't even exist. I'm Catholic, so I don't know much of other Christian denominations.

Here is the chapter!

I walked through the back door and down the basement steps of the Old Anglican Church.

Old Christmas decorations that weren't being used were piled up against the hallway walls. The small room at the end of the hall was the only source of light in the cramped, damp, space.

I entered the room to see a circle of fifteen chairs, only five of them occupied. The four girls sitting there were all solemn, while the chairperson was smiling and bubbly.

"Hi! I'm Amber." She walked up to me. "Please make yourself comfortable, have a seat, there are snacks on the table. We will begin in about five minutes."

I weakly smiled at her, and took a seat.

A few other girls walked in, ranging in ages from around twelve to about eighteen. One I guessed was goth, because she was wearing all black, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Another girl, about thirteen years old, was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. What was weird was that she had sharpie drawings all over her arms, neck, and hands.

Finally, the meeting started.

"Hi everyone, I'm Amber. Thank you for returning, and if this is your first meeting with us, welcome! Just to let you know, this is the last meeting before Christmas. We will resume meetings the second week of January, every Thursday evening.

"Now that the formalities are over, I'd like to remind you that everything said in here stays in here. If you don't feel comfortable talking, you can just introduce yourself and say 'I don't want to talk tonight'.

"I'll start.

"Hi, I'm Amber, and I'm a fangirl."

Everyone chimed in, "Hello Amber."

"I am 24 years old. When I was thirteen, I started reading the Harry Potter series. I was obsessed with them. I still am.

I would make fandom references in school, at home, at sports practice, everywhere. All I wanted was to attend Hogwarts. Pretty soon, I started getting bullied because of it. I became reclusive, shy. I stopped talking to people. My grades dropped. I felt as if I had lost an important part of who I was. I couldn't share my love with anyone.

Then, I found this. The Fangirls Anonymous support group. I could finally share my love of Harry Potter with other people in the same situation. I even made friends.

I finally felt like I belonged.

My grades started rising again. I made friends at school, I found other Harry Potter fans, I even joined the school Quidditch Club.

I became happier. I became successful, and I started helping other girls in the same situation. I learned from the whole experience that, not everyone had to like the same things as me, and that was ok."

"Thanks, Amber," the group said in a monotone voice.

She nodded to the girl on the left, who was rocking back and forth holding a bow. Her hair was braided down her back.

"Hi, everybody," she said timidly,"I'm Hannah, and I'm a fangirl."

Hannah was in the Hunger Games fandom. After reading the books, she attempted to kill several of her classmates who said the Hunger Games were dumb. She wasn't very successful, as she was a terrible aim, and she tried killing them with suction cup arrows.

The next girl was the goth girl. She was a Divergent fangirl, and she had tried to ask the boy she was crushing on to the school dance by throwing plastic knives at him. That had resulted in detention and the banning of plastic knives from the cafeteria.

The girl with the sharpie tattoos was a fan of the Mortal Instruments series. She was convinced a boy in her history class was a demon, and hit him repeatedly with a plastic fairy wand. He ended up in the emergency room, and she ended up expelled.

There was a whovian who would shine a laser pointer into everyone's eyes and called it a sonic screwdriver; a directioner who snuck backstage attempting to kiss Harry; an avenger who tried to stop a robbery; a Game of Thrones fan who started talking in Dragonize, so no one could understand her at school; and finally…

I gulped, took a breath, and began.

"Hi, I'm Eira, and I'm a fangirl."

"Hi Eira."

"I became extremely obsessed over Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and even more so after the Heroes of Olympus series came out. I make fandom references, I eat blue food, and I ship Percabeth so much! I am lonely, because I am the only demigod in my school, and I was extremely angry when the movies came out. I have a super huge crush on Percy, but I ship him and Annabeth even more. I don't know what to do. Everyone thinks I'm crazy! And it doesn't help that I have fangirl moments, and i start jumping and shaking and squealing and waving my hands and smiling while having so many feels!"

Then I start crying.

"I don't understand! Why do people think I'm crazy? I'm just a fangirl!"

Amber started rubbing my back. "It's ok, we all know how you feel."

I sniffed. "I started looking for Camp Half-Blood one day while we were camping in Long Island. I wandered around for a few hours, until I realized I was lost. I couldn't find the campsite we were staying at. My parents called the police, and they found me the next day around noon. I was so scared. Monsters could have eaten me, I could have been killed. I was lucky. Not many demigods can survive a night in the woods without weapons, and come out unchanged. Even I changed a little. I became terrified of the woods and the dark. I can't fall asleep without a night light, and I'm 15."

I took a shuddery breath. I wiped my eyes, and looked up.

"That's my fangirl story."

I woke up Christmas morning. My brother and sister were still asleep, which was unusual. I walked into the living room, expecting to see a ton of presents from Santa (I was at the stage where I still believed in Santa, but had suspicions as to why he used the same wrapping paper as my parents).

I walked over to the plate the cookies were on yesterday. Next to the plate was a present, with a note:

Dear Eira,

Merry Christmas! This is a special present that I thought you would enjoy. I know of your fascination with the Percy Jackson series, so this was the perfect gift. Use it wisely. Do not tell your parents of it. It will bend time, so when you arrive back home, no time will have passed while you were gone.

Merry Christmas!

Santa Claus

I took the present to my room, locking the door. I opened the wrapping, revealing a leather-bound book with gold lettering spelling out Mythology and Fiction. I opened the book, flipping through the blank pages. I stopped at a page with faded lettering on it. I squinted my eyes, bringing the book closer to my face.

Suddenly I fell forward, shooting through what I assumed was a tunnel. A bright light blinded me, making me close my eyes. The brightness and whooshing stopped as fast as it started, placing me roughly on a grass covered hill with a pine tree on top.

I glanced down at my clothes. I was wearing my favorite sneakers, shorts, and top. I heard shouting coming from over the hill.

I laid back down as some teenagers in orange t-shirts, jeans, and what looked like armor came running over the hill.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop the pounding in my head where it hit the ground.

"Are you ok?" I opened my eyes to see a guy about 17 years old was leaning over me. "Are you alright?" He asked again.

I nodded as he helped me sit up. "Who are you?" I asked. "Where am I?"

He smiled, his sea-green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"I'm Percy Jackson, and welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

Yay!

Merry late Christmas!

This is my present to you all. I hope you like it.

If you did not see earlier, I will be updating my other stories, but I am not ending this one. It is my most popular story, and I can't do that to my readers.

If you have any requests, feel free to leave a comment!

Read, review, and recommend!

Love,
mems1223