Peter and I raced down street after street, stopping well after we could barely breathe.  "Please don't tell me we're running all the way to New York?" I whined as a sharp pain shot through my knees.  I put my hands on them and when Peter and I caught our breaths he replied, "Nope, just to the airport.".  I took my hands off of my knees and saw that they were bloody.  "Crap!" I yelled looking at my knees.  I had totally forgotten about my scraped knees.  "Here, take this." Peter yelled throwing me a brown square.  "What's this?" I asked holding up the little square.  "Ambrosia." he said panting.  "Huh?" I asked confused raising an eyebrow at him.  "Just eat it." he said shaking his head.  I popped the square in my mouth and chewed.  It tasted like strawberries dipped in chocolate.  Delicious.  "C'mon." he said waving me over.  We started running again.  "How are we gonna get on the plane, we don't have tickets?" I questioned him as the airport came into view a few minutes later.  Peter's response was to just wave to tickets to Manhattan in my face.  "Wha-?" I was cut off by him saying, "Don't ask.".  "O-okay." I said awkwardly as we slowed to a jog, then to a walk.  We ran into the airport.  "Peter, all my stuff is at the Wilderness school." I said looking at him.  "Doesn't matter, we have ways." Peter said as I eyed him suspiciously. "We?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.  "No further questions." he stated matter-of-factly.  "Fine." I said defeated.  Peter looked around and all of a sudden darted towards something.  I chased after him.  He came back with two suitcases.  "Pe-peter, those aren't ours." I exclaimed agitatedly.  "Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend." Peter said slyly.  (If you know what song this is from comment it).  Peter raced off to the doors of the airport.  I chased after him again. 

--time skippidy-doo because I don't know anything about airports.--
Peter and I had gone airborne (boarded the flight) about 7 and a half hours ago and I was getting tired.  The sky looked like someone had spilled black ink everywhere and sprinkled it with sugar.  I had in earbuds and was listening to music on Peter's iPod.  "She's got lions in her heart and a fire in her soul, he's got a beast in his belly that's so hard to control, 'cause they've taken too much hits, taking blow-by-blow.  Now light a match, stand back, watch 'em explode..." the song trailed off as I nodded off to sleep.  At least an hour later Peter shook me awake.  "Wake up, c'mon, we're here." he said with a warm smile.  My eyes fluttered open groggily and we got off of the plane. 
--Another time skippidy-doo because I still don't know anything about airports--
When Peter and I got through the airport and weaved our ways through crowds of people outside we got a taxi.  The driver took us to a hill that looked like any normal hill.  We got out of the taxi and took the stolen suitcases.  "This is it?" I asked Peter looking up the hill.  "Yep, we're here.  Welcome to your new home." he said meeting my gaze.  "Let's go." he said waving me forward.  We trudged up the hill slowly until an entrance to somewhere appeared in front of us and the sign read 'Camp Half-Blood'.  "Half-Blood?" I asked confused.  "You'll see.  Is you're sword in the suitcase?" Peter replied almost dreamily.  "Yeah." I said looking at the luggage.  "Did we really have to do that?  Steal someone's luggage?" I questioned him guiltily.  "Definitely not a child of Hermes." Peter mumbled.  "I can hear you." I said.  "Don't you think security would've been suspicious if we were flying across the country without luggage?" he remarked continuing up the hill.  "Whatever." I said following Peter.  We walked into the camp side-by-side.