Chapter 4: Things Are Looking Up
Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas of Camp Half-Blood. However, I do own my characters.
I woke breathing hard and panting. It was only five, two hours before
everyone else woke up, so I decided to take a walk down to the lake to watch the sunrise and sort of refresh. Yeah, that’s a good word. I threw on my new camp T-shirt, a pair of jean shorts, and my black converse. After, I pulled my hair back and tied it in a high pony. Ready to go. Actually, I was just hoping not to totally screw everything up.
Trying not to wake anyone, I opened the door and dashed out onto the paved steps. I took a quick glance around to check if anyone was out, but no one was. I guess I should’ve realized nobody would be awake at this time but me. The sun was out and shining as I walked down the stairs, past the cabins, and towards the lake. I noticed a boy in his late teens, with black hair and tanned skin, sitting, staring into the water. I walked toward him and s