The Diary

"Bye sweetie!" My mom yelled out the door of our duplex, "See you in two weeks!"

"Bye!" I hollered back and and turned around.

I sighed. I was going to my dad's for winter vacation, and my mom was freaking. I waved a last goodbye to my mom and hopped in my dad's chevrolet, prepared for a long car drive to the train station, and then a 1 1/2 hour train ride to New Jersey. I breathed in the smell of the rental car, and wrinkled my nose.

"Dad, did you really have to get a rental car? There's always the 2 minute walk to the subway," I said as I slid my stuff into the trunk of the car.

"KK, hon, you know those things smell like you-know-what, and it would be hard for you to get all that stuff you have into the car." My dad didn't believe in saying the c word and stuff, and I thought it was plain annoying but I don't really care.

"Fine. You win," I grumbled, crossing my arms and slumping down the car seat. "I'm just gonna snooze. Wake me when we get to the station."

I got comfortable (well, as comfortable as you can get in a car), and started to doze off.

"Hurry up, Eliza! It's gonna run you over!" A tiny dark-skinned guy ran up a grassy hill, with a blonde and a weird looking dog right behind him. The blonde apparently named Eliza.

"I'm fine, Carson!" Eliza panted, "It's not really hur---AHHHHH!!!!!" Eliza dissolved in a flurry of red and white.

"'Liza!" the guy, apparently Carson, looked behind himself to see the mess the once was Eliza.

He ran all the way to a big red house. He barged in on a card game played by a purple dude and a centaur. Wait- a centaur? Those things are mythical! They don't exist! Eh, whatever.

"Carson, why are you barging in on our terribly interesting game?" The centaur looked up from his cards and clopped towards Carson.

"The new recruit is dead. Killed by a hellhound." Carson mumbled.

"Well, we will hold a funeral, but to make you feel better you will be sent you to get another demigod name Kasie and WE'RE HERE!"

I snapped awake and got out of the car. I grabbed my stuff from the back and headed into the train station. It was really busy, but luckily Dad already got the tickets so we could go in. I was bumped a million times, and got I don't know how my bruises. When we reached the train, we boarded and I sat back with my phone.

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