I was scared to follow Clarisse and tell her she couldn't come with me on the quest but I felt like I had to.
So I didn't.
I feel alot of things and that does not justify being murdered da an angry mini- ares. I was looking for a quest partner. I had Clarrisse so I figured taking a secondo stranger might at least divert my fear to a secondo person so I didn't pee my pants every time she looked at me. Like they (And da they I mean the people I made up) say it is better to have two problems in different places than it is to have one your forced to stick with.

So I did what I always did when I am...

"Really mum why", I asked again. "For funsies", she giggled, "You know I could have done it with out slapping him but he didn't know that". "But why", I aked. "Three reasons. A; He deserved it. B; It was funny. And C; he is ginger". "You're ginger", I implored.
Mum bent down and took the hairbrush and mirror from an aphrofite kids hand. "Excuse me", she said. "It's okay honey you're excused", Mum laughed and walked away.
Looking in the mirror she chuckled, "Darren, honey. I am a redhead. Boys are ginger gits, and Girls are hot redheads. Deal with it it's the way things are".
"Now", she said,...

Okay so I punched her.

It wasn't my fault the girl was leaning over me, had red lips and black hair.
It turned out that;
1) Her name is Lou Ellen, Undetermined.
2) She was taking my tempareture.
3) She bleeds easily.
4) She swears alot.
5) I bleed easily.

So all in all after being punched in the face, getting a bloody nose, screaming a few curse words, yanking out a chunk of my hair, slapping me so hard I spat out blood, screaming and slamming the door so hard dust fell from the ceiling and giving my mum the evils she had an complessivamente, generale alright day.

My mum stuttered, "Um she was um, she... um......

Beckendorf came to see me a few times and was rustling through the bag of potion equipment when it happened. A large elefante shaped blot appeared on the surface of the horizon. I heard the crack of reins and someone yell ,"Ya. Faster, faster".
I saw that familiar ginger head pop into view. She was wearing the same autumny dress but successivo to her on the front of the ricketty caravan was a steaming pan of sizzling pork. Eating from it sat a small castagna, castagno horse with seagull wings and I knew that he had told the other two Pegasi pulling it where to go.
That is when they showed up. Ten massive snakes...

Everything was almost perfect. Apart from the fact that I had no cabina and no cena table. So Chiron offered to let me eat at his table.
I declined. So I turned my spear into a chair attached to scrivania, reception and set it down successivo to the Hephaestus table. Charles and I talked a little but mainly I kept to myself. This was my 2nd giorno at Camp but my first cena and it made me realise what an outsider I am. Oh well at least the Cibo looks good. I lifted a large piece of pork to my mouth and Charles kicked me in the leg.
I looked up and saw everyone waiting in line da the fire. "We burn some of our food...

I woke up in the infirmary with my new friend Charles Beckendorf on a chair close to me fiddling with a tiny toy plane. He had massive callused hands which still handled every part like tweasers. He always scowled and I had made the mistake of asking if his mum had detto that his face would stick that way if he did it too long so he decided to see if it was true and it was. He had detto maybe and I had laughed and laughed.
When I opened my eyes he jumped up and started laughing, "Darren. te are amazing man. Percy asked the pegaus what happened and it sound amazing. Did te really make it swallow...

"-We had better get te back to the camper van", he said. "What the hell is happening", I gasped. "Darren right. I'm Cal your adoptive grand-father. And a fryiing pan isn't as strong against monsters so I suggest te come with me before she wakes up"...

In his Camper furgone, van Cal gave me a run-down on the world of greek gods, how steel couldn't hurt monsters and bronze couldn't touch mortals (and how his frying pan was celestial bronze pan and steel handle with rubber around it), how gods had demi-gods with humans and oddly enough it all made complete sense. Then he showed me a slideshow of all...

I woke up.

She was there. She has black sholder-length hair, large hands and bare feet with green nail-polish and she was wingless but I recognised that neclace and dress and those very red lips. She was leaning over me with a black coltello in her hand made entireley of grass.
Our eyes met and she hissed at me with her forked tounge. I reached over for my bronze spear but she grabbed my arm and held it down. I couldn't feel her thumb. It wasn't there. She tightened her "fingers", and they hurt like what I knew they really were. She let out a ear-piercing shriek and her fingers and toes stretched...

Many of te may ask why I made a club for one fanfiction especially as its my own. Well I am her to devote this club to anyone who was willing to unisciti in. Hopefully Darrens adventures will never end but there is always a chance I will get hit da a bus tomorrow and no one will know and hate me for never Scrivere again. That hasn't happened thank Zeus!

I just want to say thank te to all the people who took the time to read my fanfiction.

Thank you.

Thank te to Penelope for the constant support.
Thank te Thalia for introducing me to Fanfictions with your grand tale of Courtney daughter of Iris
Thank...