You were hanging out with your best friend AJ in the gardens of Camp Half Blood, a place where halfblood children of the gods could stay and be safe from the monsters who tried to kill them daily.

deep in the gardens you and AJ were sitting on a stone bench under an arch that was wrapped with grape wines that had fresh, juicy, pruple and white grapes growing in bunches out of them. Aj picked out the grapes and ate some, tossing some in a woven basket to save for later. His dad was the god of wine, which was made from grapes. so duh, AJ loved grapes.

you sat on the bench and listened as he yapped about someone he hated back at his home town, Boston.

"And he told me that I was the dumb one. He was the one who said that the square root of 2 was 'uh, two isn't a shape dingus.'...''

AJ scoffed and rolled his eyes, chewing on another grape.

''people can be so dumb these days!"