Jupiter | Lacy & Kenzi
After Camp Half-Blood did not seem to be doing the trick and Kenzi found herself in hot water and having to move across country the camp directors decided it would be wisest to transfer her into Camp Jupiter. Technically that camp was a camp for the Roman demi-gods and goddesses but they knew she would be safe to continue her anger management there. Avoiding a plane ride made Kenzi have to suffer through a greyhound bus ride all the way from New York out to San Francisco. It was a grueling full day worth of travel filled with noisy kids on a field trip that they had placed her in so she could blend in well. Adults always seemed to question a teenager traveling alone across country unless they had proof that they were visiting their family so traveling with a field trip group seemed safest.
The kid that was seated behind her refused to stop kicking her seat as they jammed out to their favorite song by One Direction. She rolled her eyes and began counting backwards from one-thousand in attempt to calm her nerves. Just as she felt like she was going to break down they arrived at the Golden Gate bridge and were speeding across it. Kenzi was able to see everything that other kids were unable to as they drove through the thick fog. She had lived in West Hollywood and had grown accustomed to the smog that California was infamous for. Whenever she visited the underworld where her father was she always struck up a conversation with Persephone about how it was killing the flowers and environment.
After a few more bus transfers and a cab ride she finally found herself walking alone down the old service tunnel near the Caldecott Tunnel with a lone flashlight to illuminate her way and two duffel bags slung across her shoulders. After walking for what seemed like forever she came into the open once again where a camp that reminded her of back in New York resided. Kenzi dropped her bags and looked around. Would this place make her wear that obnoxious orange shirt she had burnt to a crisp her first day at camp Half-Blood almost a year ago as well? Shaking away the thought she grabbed her bags and walked down a pathway passing her most hated thing-water. Just as she entered the actual camp she bumped into somebody and glared at the ground as her bag dropped spilling open with a journal falling to the ground. It was written in entirely ancient Greek.
"Watch where you are going.."
She mumbled under her breath with a sigh, never the friendliest person on first encounters.