I hate the world, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
Let me start this story with what happened a few days ago. I was walking back from archery practice, it was a lovely day at camp, though cold. Don’t get me wrong, I’m usually good at walking but then I tripped over air and fell. Unfortunately, I fell in front of a bunch of young campers, I don’t know which cabin they belong to, but they’re not from Demeter.
So earlier today, I came across the younger campers again and they laughed at me.
What happened to respect? Seriously?
One, I’m bored.
Two, I just dislike Black Veil Brides. I like their music, but the members? Not so much.
Three, why is camp so boring, why? It’s like life suddenly stops.
“Oh, you want to kill me?” Clarisse smirked, looking at the girl head to toe. “Try me,” She said in a i-know-you-cant tone. She came nearer to her, clenching her fists, acting like she’s going to punch Katie. She saw Katie squint, and said, “Who’s afraid now?”
The daughter of Demeter flinched, but the hit never came. She opened her eyes and saw Clarisse smirking as always. “Oh shut up. So maybe you’re scarier than the Stolls, I’m not even afraid of the Stolls. Gods, Clarisse, just leave me alone.” She looked away coldly.
Clarisse felt that the girl was trying so hard not to punch her. She didn’t feel threatened, though. Why would she be? Clarisse la Rue, a daughter of Ares, scared of a Demeter kid? Never. Clarisse smirked and continued irritating her. “You’re so bitter, Mom. Stop denying it. You care about Father Stoll, but you pretend like you don’t care. Haha.” She tilted her head, laughing at the Demeter kid.
“I do NOT care about any of the Stolls! They are…. They’re like the Stolls! Annoying, childish, they make me want to kill them, just like you!” Replied the daughter of Demeter with an annoyed look. She was pouting and it was obvious she wasn’t in a good mood.
Well, my day was quite uneventful, but I hate being a girl, I really do. It’s unfair that we must go through painful things and stuff, like what I’m experiencing right now.
Alright, I guess I have PMS to blame for my bad mood.
Today has been too uneventful for my liking, I still think being scared of spiders is a stupid thing although I’m terribly afraid of a lot of things and I really need to focus on one thing at a time. I do not need something unimportant disturb this whole… complicated thing.
IT HURTS SO BAD.
Letting go of her leg, he said, “Take me with you.” Standing up, he dried his eyes. He tried to steady his breathing, but he was breathing like he just ran a marathon. The kitchen is a good start for honey. he thought. Maybe in the cabinets there would be some Xanax. Unintentionally, he quietly muttered to himself, “Honey? or Xanax? Honey. Xanax. Oh the choices…” He looked at the girl, and the girl was looking at him like he was insane. “Uhm, shall we go then?” He said, while wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
Katie couldn’t help but stare him, she had never seen someone so weird but actually adorable at the same time, why can’t Randy one of her siblings be like him? He looked so… innocent? Not really, but he looked like a child, and if Randy were to stand beside this guy, the son of Demeter would look like a devil not that he wasn’t one already, but still… It took a while for the daughter of Demeter to come up with a reply, she was way too distracted by how he acted and she had every right to blame her ADHD for that, “Yeah,” She replied with a small smile, she thought of asking why he was afraid of spiders so much but decided against it, it was way too risky. Instead, she tried to change the topic, “So which cabin are you from?” Asked the girl.
- 21st January 2012 at 8:12am
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“They probably DO exist,” he screamed while crying. “And, and, you’re not my mother! Oh Gods a spider that huge is probably devouring her RIGHT NOW.” All of his logical thinking and explanation went through the windows right now. His sanity was lowering, and at this rate he’ll probably go insane. He slowly crawled to her and grabbed on her leg. He looked up and said, while crying hysterically, “Do you have some honey that I could drink right now? Preferably honey that is laced with benzodiazepine?”
Katie could only do one thing, facepalm. Sweet mother of Zeus, why now? When she wanted to just relax for one second, and not think about other campers like she always does. “Okay,” She said, but he didn’t stop crying. Frustrated, she let out a deep sigh, “You can let go of my leg now,” She said, sending a glare at his direction. Benzodiazepine… what the Hades is that? She thought, but she was a little too shy to ask, she will not show her weakaness. “I’ll try the kitchen… will you be okay?”
Ah, Mo, my laptop’s running out of battery and my brother is sleeping on the charger (do not ask me why)
I’ll continue it tomorrow. Besides, my grandma’s practically forcing me to go to sleep, and I have athletics tomorrow at eight.
Good night :)
“Nice to meet you Ka-” he stopped abruptly. A spider can be bigger than me, like Aragog. “JESUS-ROLLERBLADING-CHRIST ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?” his whole body went weak, not realizing the Harry Potter reference. He slowly limped to the ground and went into fetal position. “Please let that be a lie please please sweet Gods please I beg of you oh Jesus even if it was a lie somebody could make a spider that big like why would anyone make a spider that huge like why just why,” he muttered to himself, crying.
Katie wanted to laugh, but she felt guilty at the least bit, it was one of those times where she didn’t know what to do. Her motherly side took over though, and she watched him in concern as he cried, mumbling nonsense about spiders and how big one can be, it’s a wonder that he’s not a son of Athena. Who wouldn’t realize that reference? She thought to herself. “They don’t exist, Kite, they DO NOT exist,” She tried to get that sentence into his head, “Come on, don’t cry, you’re a big guy, stop your tears,” She tried to comfort him. To be honest, he was even worse than Lilly, and the girl’s like… nine.
