Part 2
We jumped from three stories up from out of the hole, but there was a ladder on the side of the muro that we grabbed before we hit concrete. I guess we just got lucky. We clambered down the ladder and ran until the school was out of sight. We all collapsed under a big oak tree, out of breath. “Katelyn, tu okay?” Matthew asked. I nodded, coughing. “You sure?” He pressed. “I’m fine, okay?” I lied through coughs. I think I’m fine… I thought. I never really told anybody this, but I have minor asthma. Only two people know about my problem. Dad and then Matt. And of course my doctor. It’s not bad, but I got medications anyways. The same medications I left at Crest Water! I had left all my stuff in the closet, leaving me with nothing but my pajamas and necklace! And coat, of course. “Let’s just slow down to a walk.” Matthew compromised. “So, um… why do tu have…?” I looked at Cyrus’s hooves. “Hooves? I’m a satyr. Half goat, half ‘human’. But I’m not the only one who’s half something.” Cyrus answered, dropping small hints. “Okay, so, there are más of tu satyrs?” I asked, not catching on what he was saying. “Yes. But satyrs aren’t the only ones who are half human.” Cyrus continued. I looked at Matt for help. He just folded his arms and looked away. He knew what was coming. “Look, I’m just trying to tell tu you’re a demigod!” I stopped in my tracks. “Demi means half, right? Half what? I’m confused. What’s going on?” I asked, panic rising in my tone. “Put them together. Demigod. Half god. Half-blood. Come on, we’re a long way from camp,” Cyrus explained. “So, like, a camp… for half-bloods?” Suddenly everything clicked, like I’d just found a puzzle piece that had been lost for twelve years. I started walking again. “This is exactly what I meant!” Matthew was the one to stop this time, stomping his foot into the rich, Oregon soil. “It’s all just a big joke,” I turned around to face him. “I don’t think so, though. I’m going if tu come o not. I want a chance to feel… safe.” I walked towards him. “Fine. I’ll only go because I’m your older brother, and tu need support.” Matthew walked again. “We need to hurry up! We’re in Greenhorn, Oregon, and we need to be in Long Island!” Cyrus called from up ahead. “I’ve got some money in my jacket,” he continued. “Maybe we can catch a bus o train.”
Finally, we found a train station and just barely made it on. We sat down, knowing it’d be a long ride, drowning in silence. After ten minutos this is how it ended up: Matthew fell asleep, his head resting on my shoulder. Cyrus plugged his head phones in his phone—we didn’t dare call anyone we knew because they would just scold us and tell our dad, Who would also be mad. Besides, Cyrus dicho using cell phones was dangerous for demigods---And started playing games. That left me all alone in la la land. As I gazed out the window, I twisted my collar around my neck. I wanted to get up and walk around o something, but I could barely mover with Matthew drooping all over my shoulder. And trust me; I know that Matt is a hard sleeper. I put my forehead on the window and watched snow trickle down from above. I found my own eyelids getting heavy despite the pain in my neck, and the cool window was surprisingly soothing. I thought about the times Matthew, dad, and I would go on picnics in the park. Matt would pack a Frisbee and soccer ball, dad would dig the blanket and basket up from in the garage, and I would make six PB&J sandwiches, cut in little dainty triangles. Then we would go to our favorito! Park, Catherine Creek State Park, and hangout all Saturday long. Thinking of those times gave me a warm feeling inside. Slowly, I drifted off to a light, dreamless (for once!) sleep.
The siguiente I woke up, everyone was flooding out of the train. Apparently, we were somewhere in Wyoming, because there was a big sign that read “Welcome to Wyoming Train Station” in big green letters. “We’re one state away from the halfway state, so we’d better hurry up.” Cyrus noted. I peeled my face off the window and Matt and Cyrus started to crack up. “Whaaaaatttttt?” I asked. Morning is definitely not my time of day, especially if it’s before 6:00 AM. They replied with even más hysterics. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw a huge imprint on my face. I joined them with laughing at the imprint that looked like a bird. Suddenly Cyrus just stopped laughing. “That’s a dove! o is it an owl? Eagle? Vulture? Crow? Either way, we gotta go. NOW. And cover that thing up.” “Here, use my scarf,” Matthew offered. Well, it was más like an order. I grabbed the puffy scarf, wrapped it around me, and secured it with a single pull. We scurried off the train and sat on a nearby blue bench. As we examined a map, I decided to bring up the animal on my cheek. “What’s with the animal imprint? Why’d tu want me to cover it up?” I rubbed the imprint that didn’t exist anymore. I untied the scarf and set it siguiente to us. “I think it’s a hint.” Cyrus lowered his voice. I just stared blankly. “Meaning tu might get claimed soon.” I kept staring. “Okay. Remember how I told tu that tu were half mortal and half god? Well, being claimed means finding out who the half god part is.” Cyrus explained. I felt so dumb, and that was a feeling that I absolutely despised. Even though I look thirteen like my brother is thirteen, we’re not twins because I’m eleven years old. And my birthday is in three days. Although everybody mistakes me for thirteen, because I’m tall, awkward, and I have a wide vocabulary, I sometimes still feel like the baby, the weak link of the groups I’m in. That’s why I try not to have stupid moments like this one. “Oh. I got it now.” I answered shyly. Great going, Katelyn, I thought. Afterwards, we just sat in silence waiting for the siguiente train to Iowa.
We jumped from three stories up from out of the hole, but there was a ladder on the side of the muro that we grabbed before we hit concrete. I guess we just got lucky. We clambered down the ladder and ran until the school was out of sight. We all collapsed under a big oak tree, out of breath. “Katelyn, tu okay?” Matthew asked. I nodded, coughing. “You sure?” He pressed. “I’m fine, okay?” I lied through coughs. I think I’m fine… I thought. I never really told anybody this, but I have minor asthma. Only two people know about my problem. Dad and then Matt. And of course my doctor. It’s not bad, but I got medications anyways. The same medications I left at Crest Water! I had left all my stuff in the closet, leaving me with nothing but my pajamas and necklace! And coat, of course. “Let’s just slow down to a walk.” Matthew compromised. “So, um… why do tu have…?” I looked at Cyrus’s hooves. “Hooves? I’m a satyr. Half goat, half ‘human’. But I’m not the only one who’s half something.” Cyrus answered, dropping small hints. “Okay, so, there are más of tu satyrs?” I asked, not catching on what he was saying. “Yes. But satyrs aren’t the only ones who are half human.” Cyrus continued. I looked at Matt for help. He just folded his arms and looked away. He knew what was coming. “Look, I’m just trying to tell tu you’re a demigod!” I stopped in my tracks. “Demi means half, right? Half what? I’m confused. What’s going on?” I asked, panic rising in my tone. “Put them together. Demigod. Half god. Half-blood. Come on, we’re a long way from camp,” Cyrus explained. “So, like, a camp… for half-bloods?” Suddenly everything clicked, like I’d just found a puzzle piece that had been lost for twelve years. I started walking again. “This is exactly what I meant!” Matthew was the one to stop this time, stomping his foot into the rich, Oregon soil. “It’s all just a big joke,” I turned around to face him. “I don’t think so, though. I’m going if tu come o not. I want a chance to feel… safe.” I walked towards him. “Fine. I’ll only go because I’m your older brother, and tu need support.” Matthew walked again. “We need to hurry up! We’re in Greenhorn, Oregon, and we need to be in Long Island!” Cyrus called from up ahead. “I’ve got some money in my jacket,” he continued. “Maybe we can catch a bus o train.”
Finally, we found a train station and just barely made it on. We sat down, knowing it’d be a long ride, drowning in silence. After ten minutos this is how it ended up: Matthew fell asleep, his head resting on my shoulder. Cyrus plugged his head phones in his phone—we didn’t dare call anyone we knew because they would just scold us and tell our dad, Who would also be mad. Besides, Cyrus dicho using cell phones was dangerous for demigods---And started playing games. That left me all alone in la la land. As I gazed out the window, I twisted my collar around my neck. I wanted to get up and walk around o something, but I could barely mover with Matthew drooping all over my shoulder. And trust me; I know that Matt is a hard sleeper. I put my forehead on the window and watched snow trickle down from above. I found my own eyelids getting heavy despite the pain in my neck, and the cool window was surprisingly soothing. I thought about the times Matthew, dad, and I would go on picnics in the park. Matt would pack a Frisbee and soccer ball, dad would dig the blanket and basket up from in the garage, and I would make six PB&J sandwiches, cut in little dainty triangles. Then we would go to our favorito! Park, Catherine Creek State Park, and hangout all Saturday long. Thinking of those times gave me a warm feeling inside. Slowly, I drifted off to a light, dreamless (for once!) sleep.
The siguiente I woke up, everyone was flooding out of the train. Apparently, we were somewhere in Wyoming, because there was a big sign that read “Welcome to Wyoming Train Station” in big green letters. “We’re one state away from the halfway state, so we’d better hurry up.” Cyrus noted. I peeled my face off the window and Matt and Cyrus started to crack up. “Whaaaaatttttt?” I asked. Morning is definitely not my time of day, especially if it’s before 6:00 AM. They replied with even más hysterics. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw a huge imprint on my face. I joined them with laughing at the imprint that looked like a bird. Suddenly Cyrus just stopped laughing. “That’s a dove! o is it an owl? Eagle? Vulture? Crow? Either way, we gotta go. NOW. And cover that thing up.” “Here, use my scarf,” Matthew offered. Well, it was más like an order. I grabbed the puffy scarf, wrapped it around me, and secured it with a single pull. We scurried off the train and sat on a nearby blue bench. As we examined a map, I decided to bring up the animal on my cheek. “What’s with the animal imprint? Why’d tu want me to cover it up?” I rubbed the imprint that didn’t exist anymore. I untied the scarf and set it siguiente to us. “I think it’s a hint.” Cyrus lowered his voice. I just stared blankly. “Meaning tu might get claimed soon.” I kept staring. “Okay. Remember how I told tu that tu were half mortal and half god? Well, being claimed means finding out who the half god part is.” Cyrus explained. I felt so dumb, and that was a feeling that I absolutely despised. Even though I look thirteen like my brother is thirteen, we’re not twins because I’m eleven years old. And my birthday is in three days. Although everybody mistakes me for thirteen, because I’m tall, awkward, and I have a wide vocabulary, I sometimes still feel like the baby, the weak link of the groups I’m in. That’s why I try not to have stupid moments like this one. “Oh. I got it now.” I answered shyly. Great going, Katelyn, I thought. Afterwards, we just sat in silence waiting for the siguiente train to Iowa.
Prelude- 11:37 P.M. Summer
An eleven año old girl is being chased por a monster. Up ahead is a farmplace. Little does she know that the farmplace is Camp Half-Blood. Safty, she thought, but not completly! The monster was catching up and was soon right behind her. She stopped. Bad mistake. The monster lunged and clawed her legs. Blood ozzed from the wounds. She tried to run. It lunged again, this time clawing her neck and back. I MUST at least get to those woods, she thought. So she ran to the woods with all her strenght.
Somehow she lost the monster in the woods. It howled and went away, angery it lost its dinner.
"I'm safe," she murmered and passed out.
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So like? Will post soon. Avalible on fourm also. 3 fans/ comments= new chapter.
An eleven año old girl is being chased por a monster. Up ahead is a farmplace. Little does she know that the farmplace is Camp Half-Blood. Safty, she thought, but not completly! The monster was catching up and was soon right behind her. She stopped. Bad mistake. The monster lunged and clawed her legs. Blood ozzed from the wounds. She tried to run. It lunged again, this time clawing her neck and back. I MUST at least get to those woods, she thought. So she ran to the woods with all her strenght.
Somehow she lost the monster in the woods. It howled and went away, angery it lost its dinner.
"I'm safe," she murmered and passed out.
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So like? Will post soon. Avalible on fourm also. 3 fans/ comments= new chapter.