Post by Porter on Apr 25, 2014 18:51:07 GMT -5
POV: Scout Pierre
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can accompany you if you want.” My satyr keeper, Ajax offered as we walked to the volleyball courts.
This whole empathy link was getting really annoying.
“I’m fine.” I told him, trying to push down the nervousness in my throat- and out of Ajax’s mind. “I can go by myself.”
I only arrived at the camp a couple of days ago, and I was having a tough time integrating into the whole social scene. Not that it was particularly difficult, it was a whole load off my shoulder when I found out everything was basically co ed (a lot better than most summer camps), but putting myself out there in foreign situations were always nerve-wracking for me. I knew the only way I could do this was to do it by myself, however. I didn’t want to rely on Ajax for help. Even, my excitement was the one thing that overpowered my anxiety. I stopped sports during high school, feeling uncomfortable to join either the boy’s team or the girl’s team, but it was a frustrated decision to make. I always tried to practice as much as I could out of school, but it was nothing like actually playing in a team. Now I can finally resume where I left off.
Ajax gave me an uncertain look, but he knew me. I meant what I said and it was too late, I’m too stubborn to take it back now.
“Alright, well. I’ll be at the strawberry fields if you need anything.”
“Have fun, John Lennon.” I waved goodbye to Ajax before continuing my walk towards the volleyball courts.
I was a mean volleyball player back in my glory day.
I tugged uncomfortable on my shorts, hoping my attire was okay. I had to pretty much buy a whole sports outfit at the camp store, so I was a walking advertisement for Camp Half Blood. I wore a baggy orange camp shirt with dark blue basketball shorts that said CHB along the sides. I could see the Hermes cabin in the distance on the strip of sand that covered the volleyball courts. There were a couple of other cabins there but I could not recognize the rest. I couldn’t even pronounce the names of half of the gods in here, much less memorize and guess who their children were. I joined in the huge crowd of the Hermes campers, while they picked us off for teams. I took in a deep breath. I hated this, being the new kid I was naturally going to be last- no one knew who I was. I was caught in an internal battle whether or not I wanted it that way, but being last picked for teams wasn’t going to help either goal. I took my shoes and socks off, trying not to bring too much attention to myself as the two team captains listed off names of who they wanted on their team. New campers must’ve been a common sight, however, and little eye contact was made from the camper. I slid my shoes onto the grass, where they won’t get sand all over them, and readjusted my knee pad, trying to keep my mind and my hands busy so I don’t get ahead of myself. Today is going to be a good day. I told myself. I’m going to be myself, and I’m going to be comfortable with it.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can accompany you if you want.” My satyr keeper, Ajax offered as we walked to the volleyball courts.
This whole empathy link was getting really annoying.
“I’m fine.” I told him, trying to push down the nervousness in my throat- and out of Ajax’s mind. “I can go by myself.”
I only arrived at the camp a couple of days ago, and I was having a tough time integrating into the whole social scene. Not that it was particularly difficult, it was a whole load off my shoulder when I found out everything was basically co ed (a lot better than most summer camps), but putting myself out there in foreign situations were always nerve-wracking for me. I knew the only way I could do this was to do it by myself, however. I didn’t want to rely on Ajax for help. Even, my excitement was the one thing that overpowered my anxiety. I stopped sports during high school, feeling uncomfortable to join either the boy’s team or the girl’s team, but it was a frustrated decision to make. I always tried to practice as much as I could out of school, but it was nothing like actually playing in a team. Now I can finally resume where I left off.
Ajax gave me an uncertain look, but he knew me. I meant what I said and it was too late, I’m too stubborn to take it back now.
“Alright, well. I’ll be at the strawberry fields if you need anything.”
“Have fun, John Lennon.” I waved goodbye to Ajax before continuing my walk towards the volleyball courts.
I was a mean volleyball player back in my glory day.
I tugged uncomfortable on my shorts, hoping my attire was okay. I had to pretty much buy a whole sports outfit at the camp store, so I was a walking advertisement for Camp Half Blood. I wore a baggy orange camp shirt with dark blue basketball shorts that said CHB along the sides. I could see the Hermes cabin in the distance on the strip of sand that covered the volleyball courts. There were a couple of other cabins there but I could not recognize the rest. I couldn’t even pronounce the names of half of the gods in here, much less memorize and guess who their children were. I joined in the huge crowd of the Hermes campers, while they picked us off for teams. I took in a deep breath. I hated this, being the new kid I was naturally going to be last- no one knew who I was. I was caught in an internal battle whether or not I wanted it that way, but being last picked for teams wasn’t going to help either goal. I took my shoes and socks off, trying not to bring too much attention to myself as the two team captains listed off names of who they wanted on their team. New campers must’ve been a common sight, however, and little eye contact was made from the camper. I slid my shoes onto the grass, where they won’t get sand all over them, and readjusted my knee pad, trying to keep my mind and my hands busy so I don’t get ahead of myself. Today is going to be a good day. I told myself. I’m going to be myself, and I’m going to be comfortable with it.
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