The dark sky seemed daunting to the boy as he climbed the hill to the camp he would call home for the remainder of the summer. The promise of the sun rising over the horizon kept him going. Chip's last few days had been terrifying to say the least, it was as if his whole life had been thrown around.
Hey guess what! You are half god! Great news!
Oh, bad news! on your way to go to a camp for half gods, you and your mother get attacked my monsters.
Good news! You both make it out safely~
Pro, con, pro. It gets annoying sometimes. His mother always did that when delivering bad news. She said that it makes people feel better about a situation. Knowing the bright side to the problem, even when it seemed like there wasn't one. His mother was always like that now that he thought of it. She almost always happy.
Smiling to himself, he adjusted his backpack and trucked up the hill. All the while, contemplating how much higher the hill was. His thought spurred on by his heavy backpack that pulled down his small shoulders. The angle of the slope made his calves ache. The slouched position he was in strained his back.
Chip took a moment to look up at the brilliant display of stars. He hadn't seen anything like this before, considering where he was from held a lot of air pollution in the air, thus blocking out the mass of stars he could see now. 'So many... Chip looked back in front of himself and noted with shock that he was at the top of the hill, and an arch stood a few yards before him. Something Greek was written there, so he had to pause to let the letters decipher to spell; "Camp Half-Blood'.
Hey guess what! You are half god! Great news!
Oh, bad news! on your way to go to a camp for half gods, you and your mother get attacked my monsters.
Good news! You both make it out safely~
Pro, con, pro. It gets annoying sometimes. His mother always did that when delivering bad news. She said that it makes people feel better about a situation. Knowing the bright side to the problem, even when it seemed like there wasn't one. His mother was always like that now that he thought of it. She almost always happy.
Smiling to himself, he adjusted his backpack and trucked up the hill. All the while, contemplating how much higher the hill was. His thought spurred on by his heavy backpack that pulled down his small shoulders. The angle of the slope made his calves ache. The slouched position he was in strained his back.
Chip took a moment to look up at the brilliant display of stars. He hadn't seen anything like this before, considering where he was from held a lot of air pollution in the air, thus blocking out the mass of stars he could see now. 'So many... Chip looked back in front of himself and noted with shock that he was at the top of the hill, and an arch stood a few yards before him. Something Greek was written there, so he had to pause to let the letters decipher to spell; "Camp Half-Blood'.