I apologize for the late and short chapter; I should be updating more often by the end of the month.

Flynn's PoV

I was not happy with the way the car ride to camp went. Mom was obviously angry, but, true to her word, she was waiting until we got to camp to murder me. My siblings weren't helping with my anxiety.. Eric relentlessly kicking my seat while Asher threw animal crackers at me. Meanwhile, Jacob shot occasional looks of pitty in my direction..

"You're so dead," she said as she stole another animal cracker from Asher.

My head dropped as I responded, " Shut up."

Violet didn't shut up. "I remember the last time I made Mom this mad-"

"I said shut up."

"-it wasn't a very pleasant experience to say the least."

"Violet," Jacob started, "leave him alone."

Violet shrugged, "I'm just telling him the truth."

"And I don't want him to start ranting in foreign languages again," retorted Jacob.

"Soske keek? (Why not)?" was my response.

That caused both of my siblings to silently stare at me for a few awkward. The silence was broken as the three of us started laughing (Asher and Eric joined in, but I doubt they even heard the conversation).

Violet reached out and ruffeled my hair, "We can hang out after your talk with Mom, okay?"

I rapidly nodded my head in response; the offer made the impending death sentance seem a little less terrifying. The rest of the ride went by painfully slow, but it did eventually come to an end (not nearly fast enough for my taste).

When we did walk into camp, I could tell something was going on. You could practically feel tension in the air, yet there was a good feeling too, like a family reunion. I looked around and saw there were more campers than normal. To be more specific more girrl camper, most wearing silver jackets and carrying silver bows.

"Annabeth?!" I searched for the source of the voice and saw a girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, running towards us. "Kelp Face?" Her speed seemed to increase when my parents looked her way and smiled. The sudden speed up made me uncomfortable because the girl scared me; she had a punk rock look complete with ripped jeans, electric blue eyes surrounded by black eye liner, and long black hair. I'd seen her come over a few times, but I always assumed she was one of Violet's friends.

"Thalia!" My mom's face didn't show signs of any anger as she pulled the girl into a hug.

"Hey, Pinecone Face, how's life?" My dad asked as he pulled the girl into a hug like my mom had.

"It's going well," she replied, "a little bummed that Green Day is out of style."

"It was out of style the first time I met you," my dad replied.

"No it wasn't!" The girl replied angrily. Dad didn't reply, he just stared until she rolled her eyes and the topic of the conversation changed to my siblings and me.

"This is Violet, Jacob, Finn, Eric, and Asher," Mom said as she gestured to each of us.

The girl seemed to just notice us standing there, "Cool! Hey, Violet, would you like to be immortal? If you-"

Dad responses before she could even answer, "No."

She rolled her eyes again, "You're no fun." The topic changed once again.

My siblings and I took one look at each other before leaving. Well, in my case it was more like attemptingdd to leave. My mom stopped me by grabbing my ear and dragging my back towards her.

"Did I say you were off the hook?" Mom didn't make it sound like a question, she made it sound more like a promise of a scolding, so I did the safest possible. I shook my head no.

I didn't die. I'm still alive. Traumatized? A little, but one hundred percent alive. I received a severe scolding, which was bad enough, but I lost s'more privileges for a month! Doesn't she realize s'mores are a vital part of my life? Violet and Jacob seemed shocked that that was the only punishment; Eric just teased me about not getting dessert.

The three of us were spending our free time skipping rocks on the sound. It was nice until Violet got bored, made a knife appear from thin air (I still don't understand how that works), and began to gather long strands of seaweed.

She looked at Jacob and I expectantly before explaining, "Sandcastle. Jacob, go get sticks." Jacob just rolled his eyes and did what he was told. "Finn, get wet sand with Asher and Eric."

After a few minutes, we had a large pile of wet sand ready to be molded. Eric had grabbed sand from the edge of the water and carried it, handfuls at a time, to the rest of our sand; I tried to explain he could dig for the wet sand, but he insisted his way was better and forced me to do it his way. Asher didn't help much, he just played in the waves, naming each one as they came to shore and getting upset as they receded (yes, I am aware that's not normal).

The sand quickly became a really cool building. Jacob had insisted we actually try to create something original; Violet just wanted a moat. I made sure the castle had proper defences, so obviously it had spikes in the moat and shells covering the windows. Eric made a semi-decent bridge across the moat. There were also seaweed 'ladders' compliments of Asher.

We were discussing if we should add any more details when the conch sounded, signaling dinner. This seemed like a perfect day to start off summer (minus the parts where we almost died and I was colded by Mom). Of course it woldn't be normal, but it would still be perfect, right? I didn't realize things were about to go way down hill very quickly.