" we're here. " James claimed proudly stepping out of the cab.
I stepped out of the car after him, and wow was it a sight to see. All I could see was a big hill in front of me with a huge pine tree towering over everything in sight. In the distance you could see rows and rows of strawberries and a wooden cabin farther back.
I cautiously walked up the hill and stepped past the Greek (NOT ROMAN) columns into the supposed 'camp'. My mouth dropped and I literally had to pick it back up. Beside me James was laughing so hard at my expression he was on the ground panting. I took this as my chance to get revenge on him. I mean you could still see the faint line of when I drew the mustache on him. I smirked remembering the past couple of hours.
I ran at him full speed and tackled him to the ground we rolled down the hill till we stopped in front of a big wooden cabin. Once I stood up I felt something grab my ankle and pull me down again we started tickling each other until it became a full on tickle war. It soon stopped when we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I stood up cleaned brushed off and dirt that was on me and smoothed my clothes that got crumpled in the 'tickle war'.
Then I noticed that the man standing in front of me was not really a 'man', he was half horse have human.
Some might say a centaur.
All he said was "welcome to Camp Half-Blood. The home of the god's children.