Jack's bunk

I walked over to my new bunk, glad that I was finally safe... Well, not really, because I remember Chiron warning me about the Ares kids. I set Taz on my bed, which wasn't really much; hard, small, but i'd have to be tough, if I was demigod material. I then pulled out the only memory I had of my dad- just a torn, burnt piece of paper with a picture of my dad: The all powerful Raul Lazier, cool enough to attract the gods. But it wasn't just him. I was there too, in his arms, as a baby. Gods, I was fat. Right now, the best word to describe me would be fast. I wonder when we added the extra s. I taped the picture on the wall, then stepped back to behold my... ugly bunk. It wasn't much, just a battle ax named Taz (Hey, what's wrong with liking Looney Toons?) and the world's ugliest baby picture. Not much here, folks! Now, move along!. I wish I could know a little more about my mom. But, I mean seriously, what's with the renaissance fair out there? I can't even look up my mom! (Heh, heh. That's kinda funny). But right about now, between all of that, all I wanted now, was a friend.

I took a nap, then left for the stables. (Score!! Cuz Amber will be there too!)

I Plopped down on my bunk, thinking through the day. Did Amber really not have time to come to the stables? Hmm. I sleep for the night, then leave in the morning

I walked into my bunk, setting Taz the battle axe on my bed, and left for the arts and crafts place, still carrying the straw from the slayed dummy.

I took a nap. It was just a normal day for me, annoying the cr*p out of people. Sweet dreams, Jackie...

I walked into my cabin, ugh. Nighttime. I took a nap, then walked over, eager to meet some new friends.

I left my cabin for a nice, relaxing day at the beach. (Relaxing? Pish.)