Post by Areelah Gregorie on Mar 15, 2011 16:17:20 GMT -5
Hello, it's Orville. So I tried to escape, but I wound up in Camp Half Blood instead. Then I got chased around by those demigod people. And when I finally lost them, I found out I had a HUGE splinter in my leg. I mean, this thing was gigantic!!! Here's a picture.
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See what I mean? By the way, I only cried for 2 hours. Well anyway, eventually the severe pain was just too much, and I passed out. When I woke up I was in a big room with lots of beds. One of them was broken. Wonder why. As I was staring at it an old man on a wheelchair came in. He saw me looking at the broken bed and said, "We can thank you for that. When we found you unconsiece in the woods we tried to put you on a bed, but it broke under your weight." I looked at him and shrugged. "Stuff like that happens to me all the time." Mr. Wheelchair looked at me and said," My name is Chiron, and this is Camp Half Blood." I got scared out of my wits when he said that. "W-wait, this is Camp Half Blood!? P-please, don't kill me! I didn't know this was a special camp!" I said. "Oh, I'm not the one who wants to kill you." said Chiron " They are." He pointed to the window in the door. I went over and looked. There were a lot of angry kids shouting things like, 'Down with fatty!', and 'Let us have him', and even, 'We should burn him at the stake!'. Everybody cheered at the last one. "See what I mean?" said Chiron. "What do I do?!" I asked. "Well first, I want some answers." he replied. "Who are you? How did you get here? Or are you really just a fat hideous monster disguised as a fat hideous child?" "Hey, I'm not a monster!" I said. "And what's stopping me from jumping out that window and back into the woods?" "Well, first of all, you wouldn't fit through that window, and second..." Then there was a flash of light, and then there was a pony/guy standing in front of me. "I'm a centaur!" "Pony!!!" I yelled. Then jumped onto Chiron's back and started trying to ride him. "To-- much--weight--can't--bare--much--longer" gasped Chiron as he collapsed. I looked at him. He was probably OK. Probably. I looked at the door. The anti-me people had made a makeshift battering ram, and were trying to break the door down. I had only one option:
FIGHT.
To be Continued.............
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See what I mean? By the way, I only cried for 2 hours. Well anyway, eventually the severe pain was just too much, and I passed out. When I woke up I was in a big room with lots of beds. One of them was broken. Wonder why. As I was staring at it an old man on a wheelchair came in. He saw me looking at the broken bed and said, "We can thank you for that. When we found you unconsiece in the woods we tried to put you on a bed, but it broke under your weight." I looked at him and shrugged. "Stuff like that happens to me all the time." Mr. Wheelchair looked at me and said," My name is Chiron, and this is Camp Half Blood." I got scared out of my wits when he said that. "W-wait, this is Camp Half Blood!? P-please, don't kill me! I didn't know this was a special camp!" I said. "Oh, I'm not the one who wants to kill you." said Chiron " They are." He pointed to the window in the door. I went over and looked. There were a lot of angry kids shouting things like, 'Down with fatty!', and 'Let us have him', and even, 'We should burn him at the stake!'. Everybody cheered at the last one. "See what I mean?" said Chiron. "What do I do?!" I asked. "Well first, I want some answers." he replied. "Who are you? How did you get here? Or are you really just a fat hideous monster disguised as a fat hideous child?" "Hey, I'm not a monster!" I said. "And what's stopping me from jumping out that window and back into the woods?" "Well, first of all, you wouldn't fit through that window, and second..." Then there was a flash of light, and then there was a pony/guy standing in front of me. "I'm a centaur!" "Pony!!!" I yelled. Then jumped onto Chiron's back and started trying to ride him. "To-- much--weight--can't--bare--much--longer" gasped Chiron as he collapsed. I looked at him. He was probably OK. Probably. I looked at the door. The anti-me people had made a makeshift battering ram, and were trying to break the door down. I had only one option:
FIGHT.
To be Continued.............