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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"So," Mr. Humes pinches the bridge of his nose. "The guinea pig--"

"Tobi," I interjected, slumping back against my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighs. "The guinea pig, Tobi, grew human-like features, until he fully transformed into a pirate?"

"Yes!" I exclaim. "And nobody believes me!"

He narrows his eyes at me. "Ms. Hood," He starts. "When is all of this nonsense going to stop?"

"What do you mean by nonsense?" I ask, my voice getting louder.

"I mean, that Mrs. Tuttle and all of the other students saw the window washer climb through the window as a shortcut to get to the washroom." I roll my eyes. What a load of crap! "But when he took a step forward, you swung an English textbook at his head!"

"He was not a window washer!" I stood up so fast, the chair falls over behind me. "He was a two hundred year old pirate!"

"That is enough!" He firmly says, folding his hands on his desk. "Ms. Hood, you will serve three weeks of Tuesday detention. You are dismissed."

I scowl and resist the urge to yell 'Screw you!' while flipping him off. "Thanks ever so much," I say, then mumble under my breath, "Asshole,"

Walking towards the school's front doors, my best friend Chuck meets up with me. He's wearing his trademark denim jeans and an orange t-shirt with weird lettering that is so faded to the point where I can't read it, and has his curly light brown hair tucked under a New York flat-billed hat. "Hey Robin Hood!" He greets me. "How'd it go with the dean?"

"I got detention for the next three weeks," I snap. "They all thought I was crazy!"

"Well, Mr. Ricky, the window washer, has a pretty badly broken nose--"

"There was no window washer!" I exclaim, with my temper flaring, as always.

He starts to fidget and walk really weirdly, like he does when he's really nervous. "I think that you probably drank too much of the expiring milk at lunch, and you just thought--"
"I didn't think that Tobi grew into a pirate," I growl. "I know what I saw."

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