WE RUN THE NIGHT
Being at camp sucked at times. Her foster parent's had let forced her to come back from their family vacation early, saying something about "more learning experiences" and "have fun with your friends". Funny thing is, London doesn't have many friends here, they annoy her a lot. She just thought that her parents wanted to dump her here while they take the boys to China without her. Great.
But she wasn't complaining, just yet. More alone time for her.
She had woken up early, taking her time to sneak out've the Other Gods cabin (sometimes having a not so famous god as your parent stunk) and to the showers. She made sure to take a while to finish as well, there was some peppy Aphrodite girls that were complaining the London had the cleanest shower. And she had used up all the hot water. Tee hee~
So there she was, sitting in the middle of a bench at the Amphitheater, wearing a light blue blouse, white tank underneath, purple shorts, red flats, black fedora, and a bunch of bracelets on her arms that jangled whenever she moved her arms. This time, she had dyed her hair pink with some green strands peaking out from the last time she had dyed her hair. Her face had a little touch of makeup, some blue eyeliner and black eye shadow. London likes bright colors.
She wasn't here to watch the Apollo boys who were having a not-so-private jam session (even though they seemed to want her attention). London was more interested in her computer, using the mixing software that she downloaded so she wouldn't have to use that clunky mix station. She only had one earphone in her ear (cause headphones were operated), the other one hanging lonely. She was in the middle of mixing Shake It Off with Shake It up cause a little Hebe girl had asked her. London wouldn't have done it but the girl strangely offered money. Weird, but when she's done she could get something from the store.