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by Lindsey Callaghan 12/12/2014, 5:41 pmValerie picked up a smooth pebble, running the small stone through her fingers before tossing it towards the lake. It skimmed across it's surface a couple of times before disappearing into the cold depths with a plunk. She sighed explosively, as she repeated the action again with another pebble. Camp Half-blood felt different, it looked different and generally through her ice blue gaze happened to be completely different.
Val had been gone for too long, now that she had returned the fourteen year old felt as though she did not belong here any more.
All of her old friends, the old cabin leaders were gone, old foes gone, old comrades gone, old crushes... Very much so gone, faded to history.
One which to many was but a distant memory, to Val they were still events she could recall easily.
It confused her.
Valerie wasn't very tall, reaching in at a meagre four foot nine. She looked quiet skinny which of course she was. Her hazel brown hair lay trapped, tied up in a loose bun. She wore a Camp Half-blood t-shirt which happened to be the standard orange in colouration and looked to be a size too big for her, dull blue skinny jeans and black trainers.
Returning to camp had been a traumatic time once the true extent as to how long she'd been gone for became clear. Val could be quite talkative but still preferred at times to seek solitude by herself. She struggled to get along with the new Apollo members even though some of them were older than her.
Still sixty four years had passed and she did not age a single day. Somehow she doubted that she would be going home to see her mother again.
So now her life would only ever revolve around this Camp Half-blood, one with few familiar faces. She felt almost as lost as when she first arrived all those years ago.
Things had been different back then, not like today.
Some days Val cried, she missed her friends, mourning them all as most if not all were dead and gone. At night in the Apollo cabin she often cried silently to sleep, she hated crying in the open. Valerie clung to her pride, she would not let that go without a fight. After all in her eyes so much had been torn away from her. What others viewed as history were however to this daughter of Apollo brand new events. Every death, every loss, everything all new.
She wished for the old days again as she threw another pebble this one bouncing five times before sinking. She wanted to be with her old friends again, Mira, Zack, Sam, Tommy, Brenda, Rachel, Fredrick, Max, Ryan and Suzzie.
Val had been gone for too long, now that she had returned the fourteen year old felt as though she did not belong here any more.
All of her old friends, the old cabin leaders were gone, old foes gone, old comrades gone, old crushes... Very much so gone, faded to history.
One which to many was but a distant memory, to Val they were still events she could recall easily.
It confused her.
Valerie wasn't very tall, reaching in at a meagre four foot nine. She looked quiet skinny which of course she was. Her hazel brown hair lay trapped, tied up in a loose bun. She wore a Camp Half-blood t-shirt which happened to be the standard orange in colouration and looked to be a size too big for her, dull blue skinny jeans and black trainers.
Returning to camp had been a traumatic time once the true extent as to how long she'd been gone for became clear. Val could be quite talkative but still preferred at times to seek solitude by herself. She struggled to get along with the new Apollo members even though some of them were older than her.
Still sixty four years had passed and she did not age a single day. Somehow she doubted that she would be going home to see her mother again.
So now her life would only ever revolve around this Camp Half-blood, one with few familiar faces. She felt almost as lost as when she first arrived all those years ago.
Things had been different back then, not like today.
Some days Val cried, she missed her friends, mourning them all as most if not all were dead and gone. At night in the Apollo cabin she often cried silently to sleep, she hated crying in the open. Valerie clung to her pride, she would not let that go without a fight. After all in her eyes so much had been torn away from her. What others viewed as history were however to this daughter of Apollo brand new events. Every death, every loss, everything all new.
She wished for the old days again as she threw another pebble this one bouncing five times before sinking. She wanted to be with her old friends again, Mira, Zack, Sam, Tommy, Brenda, Rachel, Fredrick, Max, Ryan and Suzzie.
