A Camp Halfblood Romance
I got bored, so I'm writing a story! Ya know? Hmm...Let's see... Cassara Lynch and Zarek Lunde are the main characters.
Cassara Reynolds Lynch aka Cassie, Loudmouth Lynch, Aleck
Appearance: Kind of short, has short, unevenly cut blond hair with turquoise streaks, fair skin, aqua eyes.
Zarek Lunde aka Clean Freak, Z
Appearance: Tall, longish brown hair, brown eyes.
Personality: Clean freak! OCD
"I don't need any of your lip, Miss Lynch."
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I cringed. "What?!" I shouted back.
"Ms. van Holden wants to talk to you!"
I rolled my eyes. The teachers ALWAYS wanted to talk to me. It's not my fault I'm a halfblood. It's all my dad's fault. I had (miraculously) made it until November until one of them had found me.
"I'm comin'!!" I reluctantly slung my bag over one shoulder and braced myself for the oncoming gale of yelling, screaming, and the big fat F I was about to receive.
"Cassara Reynolds Lynch, I am very disappointed with you!" Apparently Ms. van Holden was being nice today. "Do you know why?"
"No," I said sweetly, "but I'm sure you're about to tell me."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't need any of your lip, Miss Lynch."
I tried to hold back a laugh. It was her first year teaching. She was a young lady, just...she didn't act like it. If I didn't know any better, I'd call her a Fury. Her long blond hair was always pulled back in a tight bun, and her glasses were always perched on the bridge of her nose. She'd probably look attractive if she had contacts, and let her hair down. I wonder if she has a boyfriend...
"As I was saying," she interrupts my thoughts. "I'm very disappointed. Is this really the best work you can do?" Ms. van Holden shows me my most recent failure: A ten-page essay on the Greek gods and goddesses. "Can you explain this?" She flipped to a random page. "'I don't really like Ares. His eyes freak me out. His girlfriend, Aphrodite, apparently loves it. I can't see why.'" She paused, skimming through. "'Zeus should be the god of the theatre, 'cos he's very dramatic.'"
I smiled. "It's true!"
She rolled her eyes. "Detention, Miss Lynch, for your smart mouth. You'll be spending an hour after curfew in here, with me."
"Is that it?"
"TWO hours, Miss Lynch, unless you want three?"
"Nah," I said, "I was thinking four."
If looks could kill and annoyances were considered heroics, I'd probably already have achieved Elysium.
"Cassara, you have just earned yourself TWO WEEKS of detention EVERY DAY."
I smiled. "I look forward to it." I walked away, leaving my teacher fuming in her classroom.
"Hey, Cassie! What'd she give ya?" Josh, my best friend was waiting for me outside.
"Two weeks," I grinned. "I was personally hoping for the rest of the year, but ya know, take what ya get, don't throw a fit."
Josh rolled his eyes. "Cassie, there's a reason the teachers here hate you."
"Oh, I know. You know too."
Josh was a satyr, sent to find the new demigods in my school. He had crutches (to hide his goatly walk), short black hair that always stuck up in odd places, and his bright green eyes were always sparkling.
"C'mon, Lynch, you're gonna miss lunch."
I nodded and followed happily.