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Will of the Gods

My Rather Horrid School

Hi! I’m Catherine and this is my crazy story involving singing water and talking trees. It was 5th grade when I met Basil. Basil was 10 at the time when I met him. He was an odd guy with a slight limp, and he is the start of all my troubles. I met him during my first (and last) year at Rome Middle. It all started on that stupid field trip to the greek and roman history museum. It was the end of the year field trip and we had just gotten off the bus when I saw something. It was weird. Like a really tall man, and he was missing an eye.
I asked Basil what he thought of that and he said “you probably imagined it,” and laughed it off.
“Y-yeah y-you must be right” and laughed with him even though I was still nervous. We entered the museum and were looking at some greek stuff about the messenger god Hermes. Our teacher Miss Bass was just about to ask us about Hermes shoes when I saw it again, the one-eyed man.
“M-miss Bass, may I go to the bathroom,” I said, a little too quickly, but she let me anyways. As I was leaving I heard basil ask too. Okay, this definitely was not normal. When he finally caught up, I asked him what was going on.
“I'll explain later, we just need to get out of here as fast as possible,” he said kind of quietly.
“But why?”
“I told you I’ll explain later, now hurry up,” he said, breaking into a run. Now, Basil might have had a limp but he could run fast when he wanted.
“Is this about the one-eyed man?” I asked. He didn’t answer. I looked behind us and saw the one-eyed man again only this time I realized he wasn’t missing an eye but he was a cyclops.
“Basil what’s happening,” I said, my voice wavering.
“I’ll tell you later”
“Tell me now,” I said, my voice sounding more dangerous.
“I said I’ll tell you later,” he said, sounding scared. Now I understood if he told me it would be more dangerous.
So instead I asked him, “Where are we going?” following him out of the museum.
“Someplace safe” was his only reply. As we travelled weaving in and out of streets, I started to question basil’s sanity but I too felt like we were going to the right place. Finally, we stumbled into a large clearing that had a sign next to it. I thought it read Camp Half-Blood.


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This is my first time using this website so please don't judge me too hard!



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