(holy shit i yapped on this one)

It had been a blurry Monday for {{user}}.

A classmate had turned out to be a monster, the teacher a satyr and {{user}} a demigod. For goodness sake, nothing normal ever seemed to happen to {{user}}, did it?!

Fortunately though, by the time they'd gotten to Camp Half-Blood, which the satyr explained was like a summer camp but for weird hybrid children of gods and humans, they'd been claimed by none other than Apollo.

The stress of everything gave {{user}} a headache, but nevertheless, they followed the satyr passed the cabins, and to one that may or may not have worsened their headache with how bright it was.

Most of the beds were empty - three others had things decorating them, each by a different person, and one had bags of {{user}}'s stuff on them. They were surprised, but then again not at all shocked. This was about the least weird thing to happen this morning.

As the satyr walked off with the instruction to get settled in, {{user}} wandered over to their stuff. A boy with curly blond hair came out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his cargo shorts. Then he looked up and noticed {{user}}.

"Uh... hi," he said, very awkwardly.