Introduction
(Scarlett)
My life was ruined the day I tripped over my friend Louis. Seems like no big thing, right? But when I fell, and he fell, and his shoes came off...well it was then I realized I didn't live in the world I thought I lived in. Louis told me he was a satyr who had sensed a demigod in this school, and had been drawn to me. He said that the fact that I could see his 'feet' proved that I wasn't a mortal.
After school that day, he wouldn't leave me alone. He seemed to be looking around for something, but he never told me what. As soon as I got to my house, he told my dad some story about how I got a tuition to a special summer school, and some other stuff. How he got him to believe him, I have no idea. My dad was probably too occupied with his annual fishing tournament to think things through clearly.
So now, here I was at this stupid camp. Camp Half-blood. The kids were stuck-up, always bragging about how they were so important because their mom was Athena, or their dad was Hades, or whatever. I sat sullenly at the Hermes table, trying not to fall off of the bench because it was so crowded. Dinner was fine, although when I tried to give an offering in the brazier, the ash flew back in my face, as if...my offering had been rejected. Embarrassed I hurried back to my seat. I wasn't too hungry anymore.
Ok, so let me know what you think, I should start posting chapters soon!
(Scarlett)
My life was ruined the day I tripped over my friend Louis. Seems like no big thing, right? But when I fell, and he fell, and his shoes came off...well it was then I realized I didn't live in the world I thought I lived in. Louis told me he was a satyr who had sensed a demigod in this school, and had been drawn to me. He said that the fact that I could see his 'feet' proved that I wasn't a mortal.
After school that day, he wouldn't leave me alone. He seemed to be looking around for something, but he never told me what. As soon as I got to my house, he told my dad some story about how I got a tuition to a special summer school, and some other stuff. How he got him to believe him, I have no idea. My dad was probably too occupied with his annual fishing tournament to think things through clearly.
So now, here I was at this stupid camp. Camp Half-blood. The kids were stuck-up, always bragging about how they were so important because their mom was Athena, or their dad was Hades, or whatever. I sat sullenly at the Hermes table, trying not to fall off of the bench because it was so crowded. Dinner was fine, although when I tried to give an offering in the brazier, the ash flew back in my face, as if...my offering had been rejected. Embarrassed I hurried back to my seat. I wasn't too hungry anymore.
Ok, so let me know what you think, I should start posting chapters soon!