My Time At Camp Half-Blood

My name is Robin. Robin Hood. Ha-ha, I know, I've heard all the jokes. My mom was a freaking comedy genius. Anyway, from just a few weeks ago, I was a normal, ADHD, ADD, dyslexic, teenage girl. Maybe not NORMAL, normal, but at least I was human. Well, that's what I thought, until Mrs. Tuttle's class pet guinea pig grew, and grew, and grew, until it was a 200 year old pirate, named Richard the Ruthless. When he pointed to me, and drew his sword and bellowed, "Your kind shall pay! You filthy Half-blood!" Half-Blood? Was my first thought. What the heck is a Half-blood?
That was my first clue. I'm not human--Not entirely human--and because of this, monsters are hunting me.

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