Just so you know, Lauren has been to Camp Half-Blood before. 

Lauren¬

"Bye, Dad!" I yell, over the din of the airport.

"I'll miss you, sweetheart! Are you sure you have everything?" he replies.

"Positive. See you later!" I say starting towards the door to the plane.

"Have fun! Stay safe!" he yells, just before I disappear around the corner.

"I will! 

I stop to give the check-in lady my ticket, then go find my seat.

"Seat E-32, businness class," I murmer to myself. "Ah. Here it is."

Stowing my carry-on in the overhead compartment, I take my seat and wait for the plane to take-off.

"Please take yor seats," the safety announcer says. She continues on with her boring announcement. Finnaly, she's finished and the plane begins to taxi. We pull off the ground.

Once we have leveled off, I get out my book and instantly I am transported to the world of Oliver Twist. (She was not actually transported anywhere, she just started reading.)

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About an hour later, I am hopping off the plane and exiting the New York Airport. I hail a taxi and tell the driver to take me to [Insert name of closest town to Camp Half-Blood here]. He drops me off and I give him a twenty.

I make sure the cab is out of sight, then I walk down into the valley. A lot of campers had already arrived. The satrys were in the strawberry fields, playing their pan-pipes. 

"Ahhhhhhh." I breathe a sigh of sheer pleasure. I love this place.

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moop

Ok, so I'm going to pretend that I'm in, even if I'm not, because I'm not sure. But if I wasn't choosen for one of the seven, could I just be another one who tags along?

Lindsey-

I take a deep breath as the minivan draws closer to the airport. This will be my first time back there in five years. What if everything's different now? What if they took out the vollyball pit? What if everybody I knew left? I at least hope Eric's still there. He's the satyr that helped me get there the first time. I was only ten years old. After one summer, they decided that I wasn't attracting many monsters at all, and only minor ones at that. Eric was the one who told me that I could leave if I wanted, but now the attacks are getting worse, so Mom and I decided it's best for me to go back. But this time we don't think I'll be able to leave. After a few minutes, I step reluctantly out and grab my overnight bag and leather backpack from the back of the car. Mom steps out with me and we look at each other unwaveringly, sizing up one another one final time, each scrutinizing the other like we have so many times before. After a moment, we embrace, and I burst into tears. I can't stand the thought of leaving her forever. Mom grabs my shoulders and studies me as if I'm a grown woman.

"You're being very brave, Lindsey, and I'm proud of you. You've become a strong young lady in the last few years, and now you need to go out and put those skills to the test. This is your adventure. Don't spend it moping about me and wishing you were-" She breaks off, and I can see that she's about to say'Normal'. "Wishing that you were boring and plain." She decides. "And don't forget to write." I nod and go through my final preparations. I adjust my beloved fedora, swing my backpack over my shoulder, and zip up my jacket. I nod gravely to my mother, turn around and march into the airport. I've always read how people force themselves not to look back, but I never thought it would be so hard.

After an hour in the waiting room thingy, I hear an echoey voice over the speakers. 

"Flight 4815 Los Angelos to New York now boarding at gate 13." I go through the ordeal of getting on the plane and sit down in third class, pop some gum between my teeth and some earbuds in my ears, close my eyes, and press play on my IPod.

"We can make a change, From New York to LA,A,A!" that part alway amused me. 'We can only make a change from New York to LA. New England doesn't get anything." Fasten my seatbelt, and the plane is off the ground. I pretend to talk into my watch like it's some sort of communicator. "The plane is in the air, Special Agent codename Silver Hawk in the air." Luckily, the guy next to me is already asleep. I setle back for a long ride and hope my ride isn't too chaotic.

Yop!

I mean Top! Not sure where Yop came from. 

TopPlease!

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