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[h1][color=87C17C]Carmen Latham[/color][/h1][h2]~The Party~[/h2][/center]

Just as Carmen was leaving, a voice called out to her. She jumped, startled. The voice sounded annoyed. Did she already piss someone off?

The lost girl slowly turned around to reveal a taller male who looked as if he could knock a few of her teeth out. Now that she thought of it, many campers looked as if they were involved in a year long sport of some kind. Was there mandatory exercise? Carmen prayed there wasn't. 

"Um, sorry. I wasn't really thinking about that," She returned to her suitcases, standing on the other side from where the intimidating camper stood. That way, if anything went wrong, there was a barrier. 

"Uh, I'm new here, so I if you could help me I would be very grateful. Also, this may sound like a stupid question, but who are "The Hermes kids"?" Carmen gave a sheepish smile to the stranger. 

Inside she was screaming. Why did she ask such a stupid question like that? She definitely should have looked up more about Greek mythology. But it's not as if she had the time to. Soon after explaining Carmen's heritage, her relatives had shipped her off to find this "Camp Half Blood". 

Originally her father was going to tell Carmen, but things didn't go according to plan. Simply the thought of her father's fate pulled at the girl's heart strings. Carmen's aunt and grandmother only knew who her mother was, and that this camp existed to help demigods like her survive. Now she was standing like a fool in front of someone she didn't know, asking questions that were surely commonly known amongst the campers. Carmen wondered how she was going to survive in this place.