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"Grover! We're out of food! Well, I'm out of food. You still got your cans."

One whole week. A week since I've been in contact with my dad. He probably thinks I'm dead or something. Alana's probably freaking out that she let her precious kids near me. Or not. She has changed recently. Been nicer and everything, but still, it could've just been to my face. Or maybe I'm being too harsh on her. Still, one week since I found out I was a demigod. One week since I found out the whole world could've ended two months ago, and one week since I've found out that Grover was a satyr and those karpoi were grain spirit monsters out to get me because I smelt good. Also one whole week since I last showered to prevent said monsters from attacking me and Grover again, and one week since I missed the Razorbacks game and dad's awesome popcorn. Speaking of, I'm definitely out of Arkansas now, and probably in Idaho or something, 'cause we haven't found a fast food joint in forever, and I'm hungry. Grover has his cans, but like I said, we're out of real food, but we keep hiking and hope to stumble on a McDonald's or Monster Donut, or anything really. At this point, I'm so hungry I'll eat a whole stick of butter! But I would prefer a Big Mac.

"Isa! Let's move!"

"Coming!"

2 hours later:

"Ok, Grover, I'm starving! We haven't found a single place to get food, and we're nowhere near Camp Half-Blood!"

I knew I sounded like an entitled brat, but I was hangry! All I needed was a Big Mac, a Big Gulp, French fries and a vanilla soft serve (if McDonald's ice cream machine isn't broken again, but with my luck it probably is), and I'd be good. But at the rate we're hiking, I'd probably starve to death first.

"Isa! I think I found a city!"

"Yes! Finally! Foooooood!"

Okay, so I was being a bit dramatic, but everyone is when they're hangry.

"Uh, never mind. I smell serious monster activity in the area. We can't risk it."

"What?! Man, you could've at least not gotten my hopes up!"

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, pawing the ground beside him. I sighed. Best not to waste my energy on complaining.

"Let's go, goat boy."

6 days later:

"Isa, hey, wake up. We're almost there! Come on!"

I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I tried to sit up, but ended up failing miserably. My stomach growled as I reached up to take Grover's hand.

"Ugh, Grover, I don't feel so good. It feels like I haven't eaten in years."

"Don't worry, we're almost there. You can have any food you want in the Dining Pavilion, and then you'll get claimed, and then you'll meet everyone…."

He trailed off, but I could tell he was trying to hype me up, which would be encouraging if I could get up. My head felt like I had just barely powered through writing a multi-page essay with my dyslexia.

"Woah, Grover, is it just me, or are there just some really bright spots in the distance?"

Grover's face paled. "Uh oh, not good, not good. You've gone too long without food. Here, I found a creek this morning," he said, lifting the water bottle up to my mouth. Cold, refreshing water cleared my throat, and a little bit of my vision. No way. I'd made it this far, and neither me, nor Grover for that matter, were gonna let me stop now.

"Okay, let's go," I said, standing up for a whole two seconds before crashing back down to the ground.

"Uhh, Grover?" I slurred my speech, which from experience (long story) was not a good sign.

"What am I gonna do?! Oh, I knew I should've carried some drachma!"

"Grover!"

"Yeah?" He whimpered.

"Do you still have those crutches?"

"Isa, do you know how risky that is?"

"So, that's a yes."

"I'm gonna regret this."

3 hours later:

"Here we are! Camp Half-Blood!" Grover exclaimed.

"Uh, looks like a strawberry farm to me. Oh, and also, pro-tip for next time, when the person you're 'rescuing' is starving, save the epic intro for after I get some food."

"Right! Sorry!" Grover said, leading me over to a massive hill within a giant pine tree at the top. I groaned.

"This is what I'm supposed to climb to get some food around here? Fine, whatever, I hiked all the way here on crutches, I can climb this hill."

Who was I kidding?! No, I can't! I fell down 3 times before Grover finally had the idea to carry me up, which seemed like a good plan to my extremely food-deprived brain, but in hindsight, it really wasn't. We fell down twice before making it to the top. The first time Grover tripped on who knows what, and we slid all the way down the hill, with me on his back. The second time I accidentally leaned too far back and made him lose his balance, meaning we fell all the way back down the hill with me on the underside this time. Finally, third time's the charm, we made it to the top of the hill, right next to the pine tree that, weirdly, had some purple stuff coiling around it. Grover put me down and I basically slid down the hill like a very bumpy, rough, kinda scratchy, slide, him following behind me. Turns out I'd underestimated how hungry I was, 'cause right when I reached the bottom, I blacked out, the last thing I heard being Grover shouting for help.

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