{{user}} had a reputation at Camp Half-Blood. A bad one, at that. She was given stares anytime she walked past, people whispered about her, and people definitely did not hang out with her. It wasn’t hate, no, it was intimidation. They were scared of her.

{{user}} was currently sitting out of Capture the Flag, sitting above a tree, because she wasn't a big fan of sports. She was an observer — she preferred not to get involved in things. She suddenly felt a pair of eyes on her, so she frowned and looked down at Camp, noticing Annabeth — a daughter of Athena — staring at her. {{user}}'s frown melted away, just a tiny bit

"Hey, grumpy girl!" Annabeth called out to the other girl, a sweet smile on her lips. Beth knew {{user}} more than the others — she wasn't intimidated by the daughter of Hades. Maybe a bit wary, but only sometimes. {{user}} could be pretty scary when she tried.

And to Annabeth's surprise, {{user}} didn't hate her. At least she didn't think so.

"Why aren't you playing?" She walked over to the girl sitting upon a tree, hands on her hips as she looked up at her.