Cabin's Courtyard

I nodded and turned the volume up, because no one gets between me and my music. I put the song on replay, so it plays over and over. I don't care how sad the song is.

I start mouthing the words.

OOC: you dont know how much I LOVE the song heartbreak warfare!!!!!!!!

I see Sprita mouthing the words to the song she's listening to.

OOC: I have to go. Bar mitzva prep. IT IS SOOOOOOOOOOO ANNOYING!!!!!

OOC: ok see ya!

I walked out of the Hephaestus cabin and sat down underneath a tree, studying my music box. It was apparently a gift from my dad, but I had never met him, so I didn't see why he would bother building it for me when he never bothered to drop by. I whispered "All I Ask of You," to the box, and it immeadiately played it, sending little whisps of black smoke swirling around, just like in the graveyard in Phantom of the Opera. I listened to the eerie ballad on my own magical ipod.

I put on ignorence by paramore and start singing along.
"Ignorence is your new best friend!"

I look around and see someone sitting with a box that hassmoke coming out of it.

I change the song, and being in the mood for ballads, I whisper "As Long as he Needs me," It was one of my favorite songs from Oliver. Too bad she dies later. Then I think about her depressing death scene where she's shot by her boyfriend, and change my mind. "Er, Cabaret please." And immeadietely, the music box started playing the song and emmited large flashing stage lights.

"TURN OFF ALL THOSE LIGHTS!!!!!!" I yell. I couldn't even concentrate on my music. I turn the volume up, not caring how bad it was for my ears.

I looked up, seeing some girl with an ipod screaming at me to turn off my lights. Well, that wasn't going to work. I didn't want to pick fights with anyone, but I liked being outside, and I liked my music. So, I pretended to ignore the grouchy girl, she could wait for the song to change.

The kid ignores me, so I say, "Yah, whatever. Ignore me. I don't care. Act like every other person on earth. Like I chould care."

Well, that girl was grumpy! Well, maybe if she had asked politely instead of screamed then I would've changed it, but rudeness bugged me. The song finally ended, and I requested "Swimming in Miami," which resulted in a warm salty breeze filling the air.

I can tell the girl thought I was grumpy. I sighed and leaned against the Hestia cabin. "Look, if you found out your real dad died when you were one, if the entire US is looking for you, and if the people you lived with hated you, you'd be grumpy. Oh, also if the reward for finding you was 100,000 dollars and if you were usually ignored." I don't want to talk to anyone now, yet I am talking to someone. This is really odd.

It seemed that the moody girl now wanted to talk to her, which was fine as long as she wouldn't start screaming. But then again, from what she was saying, her past didn't seem all too pleasent. "Well, my mum was put in a coma by dumb hellhounds because of me, I'm in a different country that I have no idea about and everyone thinks my accent is weird, and my god dad won't even bother contacting me or trying to help my mum. So my life isn't rainbows and unicorns either." I sighed in my distinct accent. I wanted it to go away!!

"My life is more than just not rainbows and unicorns. It's more like," I pause to think of how to describe it, "blood and scars." Take off my long coat because it was getting annoying. I didn't care who saw all of my scars. But then I remembered what she said about unicorns. "Oh, unicorns aren't always the best way to describe a good life. One jabbed me in the shoulder when I was six." I point to a round scar on my left shoulder.

Well, this conversation was getting a little weird. We were pretty much fighting about who's life sucks more. Straaaange. And whoa! Unicorns were real! But seeing as they jabbed someone, they must not be nice. "Well, you know we're fighting about who has the worst past, right?"

"Yes, I so know that." I sighed loudly. My fingers were rubbing a long white scar on my leg that I got from a manticor when I was five. Even though it was winter, I wasn't cold. And I was wearing a torn t-shirt and torn jeans. - sat down and put my head in my hands, thinking of all the bad things about my life. Especially the fact iwas as tall as a second grader. "So, how old are you? I ask randomly and kinda lamely. My voice is completely emotion less, as it was a lot.

I stared at the grass in silence while we both seemed to be sulking about our lives. Picking at my patched skirt, I stared into space until I heard her ask a question. "Oh, er, I'm twelve." I said a bit awkwardly, knowing that she was older than me and would probably look down upon me now.

"I'm thirteen." I feel so out of it right now. I felt like my brain was in Korea. I went on day dreaming as usual, of what life would be like if it was perfect. Wouldn't be much of a life, but it was all I wanted. I have a far away look in my eyes, as if I'm not seeing the world exactly right. As if something is missing.

I guess we both started spacing out. I started having the 'Broadway Star' daydream again, and I just floated away. Then again, that dream was a little more reasonable now that she lived in New York and could actually attend auditions. Like the Billy Elliot one coming up. I dreamily sighed again, sort of wondering what the other girl was thinking about.

I hug me knees to my stomach of my second grader sized body. I completely forgot about the other girl.

I sort of tune everything out around me and start picturing my name in lights on a big theatre sign. Yes, this may have been selfcentered, but it was my dream.

The wind blows my hair into my face, but I don't care. If the world was perfect I would live in a small red brick cottage with my real dad in Italy. I would have a boyfriend and I would be popular. - would go to a simple school and I wouldn't have to worry about things like war or monsters. Nothing like that. No fast talking, no find print, nothing bad that comes with all of those good things.