Post by danielle rebecca irvan on Jan 3, 2011 19:19:01 GMT -5
Danielle spent the evening of her first full day at Camp Half-Blood down at the beach. She'd always loved the few casual days she spent with her mom, playing frisbee in the sand and occasionally venturing out into the seas on her half-brother's sailboat. It wasn't really her thing, hadn't been, anyway, but she'd done it because it had made him happy in a way few other things had. Nothing would entice her away from her safe, comfy towel today, but it was the beach and beaches were the same everywhere.
The only problem was, Danielle didn't really know what to do now that she was at the beach. She didn't know anybody here, not yet, and she wasn't about to simply go over to one of the other half-bloods playing in the sand. It would be awkward, too awkward. Danielle had never been particularly good at making new friends. But it didn't matter. She didn't particularly need friends and she was confident she would find some eventually anyway. How could she not, in a camp where everyone was related? That had to count for something, right?
Well, she wasn't accomplishing much sitting here, even if the cool, winter evening sun did feel good. She wasn't going to fall asleep now, she was confident of that. Far too early. Maybe she could stick her toes in the water, just a bit. It wasn't THAT cold out. It never was in the carefully regulated zone of Half-Blood Hill. Danielle got up from her towel and stepped into the sand, leaving her shoes by her towel. One quick toe-dipping, for her brother Alex's sake. That would be it. Then she'd be done. Maybe she'd even go back to her cabin, get some reading done. Demi-god lessons were all well and good but they were no substitute for mortal schooling. She missed Shakespeare.
The only problem was, Danielle didn't really know what to do now that she was at the beach. She didn't know anybody here, not yet, and she wasn't about to simply go over to one of the other half-bloods playing in the sand. It would be awkward, too awkward. Danielle had never been particularly good at making new friends. But it didn't matter. She didn't particularly need friends and she was confident she would find some eventually anyway. How could she not, in a camp where everyone was related? That had to count for something, right?
Well, she wasn't accomplishing much sitting here, even if the cool, winter evening sun did feel good. She wasn't going to fall asleep now, she was confident of that. Far too early. Maybe she could stick her toes in the water, just a bit. It wasn't THAT cold out. It never was in the carefully regulated zone of Half-Blood Hill. Danielle got up from her towel and stepped into the sand, leaving her shoes by her towel. One quick toe-dipping, for her brother Alex's sake. That would be it. Then she'd be done. Maybe she'd even go back to her cabin, get some reading done. Demi-god lessons were all well and good but they were no substitute for mortal schooling. She missed Shakespeare.