Two Demigods, Seven Years: Book One

Yay. No, really. I couldn't wait for my first birthday at Camp Half-Blood.
"Watcha doin?"
Rita peeked out of her shiny blue and gray curtains, which she had hung up soon after she picked the bottom bunk. The girl liked her privacy.
"Looking up American to English money conversions."
"Uh, why?"
"We're British. Who says we won't go to London someday?"
This bit is true. Our fathers are British but live in the US.
And we were able to use our iPods because Leo Valdez had figured out how to make most mobile devices safe for demigods, excluding cell phones. But we could FaceTime and iMessage safely.
"Fine. Hey, do you know what tomorrow is?"
"Uh, last time I checked, Tuesday?"
I gave her my 'Really?' look.
"Yeah, and your birthday."
"Yay! Whaja get me?!"
"Aww, that would ruin the surprise!"
"It's midnight. Technically that means-"
"Eleven fifty-five."
"Ugh."
"Go to bed."
"Like you should talk?"
Rita didn't sleep much. She took thinking to the extreme, and it kept her up at night.
Rita closed her curtains, but I could still see the glow of her iPod and her Kindle, most likely she was rereading Ingo, a series of books set in England., and listening to Hey Monday, her newest favorite band. Or maybe Avril Lavigne. Or P!NK. Or- well, you get the idea.
I lay back in bed, listening to Rita's whimpers of "Jennie!" and "Faro!" and "Sapphy!" and "Conor!"

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The next day, when I woke up, Rita was in my face. Literally.
"AHHH!"
She snickered.
"Happy birthday!"
She handed me a box the size of one of our novels. I opened it up, and saw a dream catcher that was crimson leather with gold feathers and black, yellow, red and white beads.
"Wow!"
Normally my favorite colors were blues, but this made me want to change my mind.
"It's beautiful!"
Rita smirked, like 'I knew this was coming. I am the master of presents!'
"Now, come on. Everybody let you sleep late, but you have to do something today."
"I'm hungry."
"Exactly."
I got out of bed and got dressed, wearing jeans, a red and blue plaid top and brown leather boots that went halfway up my shin. Rita was wearing her aqua hi top Converse, her favorite plain blue-purple t shirt with the yellow, pink, light blue and gray peace sign, and ripped cropped black leggings.
"What, no Doc Martens?" I said, referring to her British flag Docs.
"Nah, we need a bit of color today."
We had a late breakfast of french toast, before going down to the arena, where an obstacle course had been set up.
There were hurdles and tunnels and stairs and long pools of water and trees to climb up. There was even one section that was a bouncy house. At the very end, there was lots of color, and I could here music.
"Your birthday party is on the other side."
"So...."
"That's right, Meryl. Just me and the obstacle course in the way of your party."
I paused for a moment.
"Game on!"
A small tunnel. I go though it. Rita climbs over it.
I blockade of trees. Climb until there's an opening.
A pool of water. Jump over it. I nearly fall in. Rita pulls me forwards.
A set of hurdles. Jump. Jump. Jump. Jump.
A set of stairs. Run, run.
A rock wall. Like, an actual rock, a boulder.
Climb up, climb across, jump down.
The bouncy house part.
A forest of waving inflatable tentacles.
Push through.
A foam pit.
Go, go.
A long trampoline.
Jump. Jump right into the middle of a party.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MERYL!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!"

Notes

Yay! Enjoy!!

Peace, love and Nico di Angelo
-Emily