The Cursed Ones

"Um. Do I know you?" I asked. She looked at me.

"You should. We were best friends at the Clarion Academy. We graduated together last year. Well, I did. Something happened to you and you left. I think it was a monster attack because the next day you came in with a gash on your cheek and you had scars on your back."

I touched my cheek. "What? I don't remember any of that. I've gone to Firncas Middle School. You can ask Jazz. I've never heard of Clarion Academy." Chiron walked up.

"Lets not question Lizzie until we know exactly where she's from and what her experience has been." I felt a tugging sensation in my head. I moaned.

Not now! I ran out the door making some excuse about needing to use the bathroom. I ran to I don't know where but I knew I was in the woods and I was near the lake. I sat down on my knees and put my head between my knees. I took deep breaths for about three minutes and then i heard footsteps.

"Lizzie? Lizzie! Where are you?" I looked up. I saw Jazz walking through the woods. I stood up, ignoring the queasy sensation in my stomach. I ran through the woods dodging trees and brush. I looked behind me and saw Jazz running towards me.

I heard the dinner bell ring and ran to the dining hall. Annabeth met me at the entrance.

"I'm not going to ask where you've been. But your gonna sit with the Hermes cabin until your determined. That means your godly parent claims you." I nodded and sat down at the cabin table she pointed at

I didn't speak at all during dinner. Jazz kept giving me looks, but I ignored her. When dinner was over, I went to the Hermes cabin and layed down on a sleeping bag I had gotten earlier. I think I drifted off to sleep because I woke up to a loud ticking noise. I sat up. It seemed to be coming from the alarm clock. I know. Alarm clock. Bomb.

I hit the snooze button and went to go lay down when I heard a gun shot. I jumped and a burst of flames came out of the alarm clock. It was smoking and was obviously on fire. Duh. From the context... Nevermind. I looked around for the bathroom. I found the door and ran in and got a bucket of water. I tossed it on the flames, only making it worse.

The door was covered in flames by now. Duh, I should have left. But no. I stupidly stayed. I went to go get a wet towel so I wouldn't suffocate from the smoke, but the faucet knob burned my hand. I ran out trying to ignore the pain and think of a way out. I finally ran into the flames, covering my face with at shirt from the floor, and kicked down the door.

It crumpled down and I ran outside. I saw campers running towards me. I knew they could help but I was suffocating and needed to fix my hand. I ran the other way towards the woods. I stopped and sat down again the back of the Big House. I breathed deeply and stuck my hand on the cool grass. I was exhausted and finally lost consciousness.

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