I Become Supreme Lady Of The Bathroom
Ariel, blushing in embarrassment, looks down, while Clarisse looks at her with mild annoyance.
Once I got the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper Day parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.
"That's a smart decision," says Athena.
We passed the volleyball pit. Several of campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn I was carrying. Another one siad. - That's her!
"They treat her like a circus attraction," says Apollo, annoyed.
"Will it always be like this? Will everyone treat you this way?" asks Triton, slightly worried.
"It's getting worse day by day. Maybe Clarisse was the only one who treated me like everyone else. I'm not saying that was good, but looking back, I'm grateful she didn't treat me differently," says Ariel.
"Oh, and of course, Will. I didn't spend much time with him, but he was nice to me," she adds.
Clarisse laughs, remembering their first meeting. She definitely hated Ariel back then.
while Will smiles sweetly. Apollo is happy that his son treated his soulmate well.
Most of the campers were older than me. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.
"That T-shirt is terrible," says Aphrodite, horrified.
"It's okay to be scared, you're still new," says Hestia with a sweet smile, which Ariel returns.
I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized-four stories tall, blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on the top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.
- What's up there? - I asked Chiron.
He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded.
-Just the attic.
- Somebody lives there?
- No, -he said with finality. - Not a single living thing.
The gods sensed that this wasn't entirely true, but they decided not to say anything.
I got the feeling he was being truthful. But I was also sure something had moved that curtain
Come along, Ariel. - Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. - Lots to see. - We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satry played a tune on a reed pipe.
Demeter gazes at the strawberry field with a wide smile.
Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for the export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus.
- And the strawberries take alost no effort. - he explained. - And the strawberries take almost no effort. - He said Mr D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants, they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.
