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Chapter 2.... Haha, Lightening.

Cameron threw another punch. Hit. Miss. Hit. Hit. Miss.

Cameron got into a fight. He punched a 12th grader because he kissed Tristen, his best friend. Tristen tried to kick him, but failed epicly. She was much too small to do any harm, though she was rather strong.

Cameron won. Tenth on Twelfth grader. Tenth grader wins. As he sat in the office, observing the blood [which wasn't his] on his knuckles, Tristen was sitting beside him, gushing about how he PWNED.

"My freakin' God, Cam! You totally beat his sorry ass up! Gahh, thank you!" She repeated this verse in particular.

He watched as her shiny red hair flew. Short and spiky, yet soft. Her seaweed eyes scanned his face, assuring herself he wasn't hurt.

"You care too much, Tristen, 'know that?" Cameron Said, grinning. Having a crush on your best friend is kind of hard.

Tristen rolled her eyes. "So?" She patted her rainbow-colored skinny-jeans in a drum-like manner. "I'm boooooored. Entertain me."

Cameron chuckled. "Why did the baby cross the road?"

"It was stupid?"

"No. Well, yes, but it was stapled to the chicken."

"....Oh. I knew taht. Dude! I was walking home last night, and some guy came up and he asked me if he could check my vir--"

"Mr. Leafs and Miss Kay?" Nurse Siron announced.

The two sighed and walked to the door, leaning on opposite sides.

"Mr. Bookmite would like to talk to you." Tristen groaned.

"But he spits on me!" She whined.

"Yeah, and he has that lisp and sounds weird. How many husbands has he had? [A/N I'm not against gays, I support them rather. :] I'm not gay, though.]" Cameron asked.

Nurse Siron sighed. Silence.

"Two." She muttered, and Tristen and Cameron burst out laughing.

"Nurse Shiron?" Came Bookmite's voice, lisping less than usual. Tristen and Cameron came rushing to the room.

"Sir, Cameron is very sorry. He--"

"Somebody kissed her, and I got mad, because she has a boyfriend, and it wasn't the guy who force-kissed her." Bookmite's back was to them while Cameron talked.

"Sir? Are you even lis--"

"You have a visitor." Bookimite said, walking out of the room.

Tristen and Cameron looked around. Nothing unusual.

"ROOF!"

"AHH—!" Tristen screamed.

Cameron watched as the largest dog on Earth leaped on to his best friend. Sure, it was cute[ish], but did you really expect him to let this happen?

Cameron jumped up to the dog, and grabbed it. To his surprise, Tristen's face was slobbery and laughing.

"Did.... it taste you?" Cameron asked, watching as the dog lifted her leg and began licking it.

"No, that's... that's the sweetest thang ever!" She giggled maniacally.

cameron was puzzled.

Red eyes.... black fur.... Hell hound? Nah, That was ancient Greek History.

"What breed is it?" He asked.

"I don't know." Tristen had stopped laughing now, and was wiping the spit off with Cameron's shirt. [A/N like, pulling a corner and wiping the spit]

"Mrs. O'Leary! Bad dog!" Called a woman's voice. The dog—Mrs. O'Leary— sulked into the corner of the room.

"I apologize, she's acted like this toward strangers for probably more than one hundred years." A girl in black smiled.

She wore a black sweater, a leaf green shirt, and comfortable looking brown jeans. Very nature-y.

"Who are you?" Tristen asked, wondering why she wore no rainbows.

The woman looked shocked, but then realized she forgot. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Thalia." Her eyes glinted with happiness.

"...Are you human? You seem kinda weird—no offense." Cameron said, biting his lip. She seemed powerful. As if she could will nature to pummel him.

"Whats it to-- ... Uh, yeah. I'm... half-human. Demigod." She stated, looking up at the ceiling.

"... Yeah, and we're cannabalistic penguins living in Africa." Tristen replied, walking to Mrs. O'Leary. "Hey there, shnookums." She rubbed her head roughly, and the large hellhound fell on its back.

"Not joking. My dad's pretty damn important." She glared at the girl with the teddy-bear attached to her wrist and the rainbow tie hanging on her neck.

"Yeah, mine's too. He's kinda the mayor."

"Yeah, well mine shoots stuff you wouldn't believe."

"And mine shoots guns you wouldn't believe." They were nose to nose, glaring.

Until Thalia stepped back and snapped.

BOOM!

Tristen sighed.

"Freaks think they control weather...." She muttered.

"Triz, I don't think she's kidding." Cameron was a little bit spooked now.

"Yeah, Triz, I don't think she's kidding." Thalia said.

Tristen rolled her eyes, but stopped them in the middle.

"Is she okay?" Thalia suddenly asked, worried.

"Yeah, wh--" Cameron stopped short. Tristen had grasped her throat. She couldn't breathe.

Tristen had a rare condition with her lungs. Her mother was a smoker, as was her father. She had random attacks, like asthma, but freezes instantly, almost.

I raced to her and held her.

"Get someone, Thalia! She's suffocating!" Cameron shouted.

Thalia stared, and walked near Tristen.

Tristen inhaled greedily.

"Oh gods, are you okay?" Thalia asked.

Tristen stared at her. "Gods?"

Thalia sighed. She nearly died, comes back to breathing—though that was of her own will, nobody did anything for her—, and wonders about words.

Don't you know? Hasn't Hermes come to-- ... oh." She said, realizing they had no clue what was going on. "Um...." She avoided their questioning stares. "Come on."

She grasped their shoulders, recited the new spell to Camp, and they all vanished.

"...Roof?"

Well.... All but one. A/N :P Poor O'Leary! xDD I love that hellhound.... :3

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