This entire ordeal was weird to Camilla. The girl was just in Santa Maria, California a few days ago and she was practically shipped over to the other side of the country in Long Island. At first, the girl protested to coming to some stupid little summer camp and wasting her summer when she could have been out in southern California, going to more parties than she could count on her fingers with her friends. So she stayed in some sketchy motel for a few days until her money that her mother gave her ran out, and had no place to go to besides Camp Half-Blood, or whatever. Dragging her luggage with her, the brunette saw a figure approach her. They stood for a moment, watching her. “Are you going to say something or just stand there and gawk at me?”
Alex was just strolling around the forest, was it a dumb idea? Absolutely. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard someone’s voice talking to him probably. He looked around for a second, and pointed to himself. “Are you talking to me? Because I’m not gawking at you. You were the one who walked into my field of vision.”












