Your feet drag against the wet grass, your shoes making a squishy and squeaky sound under them. You’re still mad that your parent dropped you off at this camp and went— God— gods know where. You can’t process all this. You’re a demigod. A child of a greek god.

You don’t believe any of it— is that why it’s called mythology, anyway? You aren’t a Greek god’s child— you are your mother’s child. Where was this so-called, “god” when your mother spent her nights alone, weeping, begging and pleading for your father to come back? Where was this so-called “god” when your mother worked countless nights trying to balance a small household with you and your sibling(s)?

“Look— I get it. But we can’t choose who we want to be,” the Hermes counselors, Luke, places a hand on your shoulder— a brotherly yet sincere firm grip.

“The Hermes cabin is to unclaimed kids as well. I’ll give you a tour tomorrow, that sound okay?” He smiles, trying to sympathize with you. He’s been in the same exact situation as you’ve been in, and it pains him.

Now you have to get used to loud, noisy and aggravating campers everyday. Just because you’re a “half-blood”.