I sighed as I plopped down on an unoccupied bunk. I felt so stressed, but I had no idea why. It would probably be wise of me to get some sleep, but I just couldn't do it. Maybe I could train to unstress myself...Later, I decided to take a nap.

I went to my bunk and set my backpack down on it. I left.

I walked in, dug through my backpack on my bunk, pulled out a book, and started reading. I close my book, and leave.

I walk in, set my library books on my bed, and dig through my backpack for some bookmarks. I pull out one with a smiley face on it. "This will have to do." I say. I put the bookmark inside the front cover of one of the books, then clean up a little, putting all of my other stuff back inside my backpack and sliding my backpack under my bed. I slide my books under my bed as well. When I am done, I start to spread my bed.

I finish spreading my bed, then head for the library.

I sit on my bed and play with a slinky.

I put the slinky away and walk out.

I walk in, set my weapons down, and walk out.

I walk in, grab my knife, and walk out.

I walk in, pack up my things, and leave.

I walk in, set my backpack down, and leave.

I walked in and sat on my bunk.

I walked out.

I walk over to my bed and set my knife down. I walk away.

I walked in and picked up my knife. I walked out.

I walked in. I Stuffed everything in my backpack. If this didn't work out, well, there would be no coming back until next summer. I sighed. I had missed the first five weeks of school. I walked out with all of my junk.

I walked in and sighed. I was back for the 3 day weekend, then would leave again for the last 20 days of school, then come back again. I rubbed my head. I probably should've known it was a stupid idea in the first place, going back to school, but I just had to, for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that I loved to learn, or the fact that I sorta missed my dad, but I guess most teachers flip out when you bring a weapon to school, and I probably should've known that. But, on the bright side, I was here, and safe. This place had really changed since I'd been here, and I needed to figure out what I missed. I walked out after setting my stuff down.

I walked in, and opened my backpack. I unpacked all the things I didn't need. Tape, scissors, algebra homework, babybel cheese. I set my books in the trunk. Where to now? Ah ha! The camp store! I left.

I returned. Success! Well, except for the owl problem. I got out my slinky. It was blue with green polka-dots, and made of metal, just like the last one I had. What to do now? None of my friends were here, and even if they were, would they recognize me? I was taller, more mature, maybe. I had longer hair that was no longer black. I remembered I got library books. I opened up the biography and started to read.

I came in here saw Nessie and I said "Hi"

I looked up. "Hi." I set my book down. She looked vaguely familiar...

"How long have you been at camp half blood and Do you know how to fix a bow cause I just broke mine"

"I've been here since July, but I left for school in September and came back Friday," I said. "As for your bow, you might want to try talking to one of the Hephaestus kids. They can fix just about anything."

"I just came heat last week, and do you want to go to the Lake and swim?"

"Okay!" I said. I got up and headed towards the lake.

OOC: I'll be there!