๑ ๑ ๑ I looked out the window. I watched as the Scottish countryside sped past on the other side of the glass, all the while pretending to ignore the whispers of the guys in the next cabin. “Holly Black?” “Yes. She's that grey eyed girl, in the cabin across the way.” Heh, cabins. I know a few things about cabins. “Black? But that means...” “Yeah, he comes from that family of killers.” “Really? I don't even want to think about who his parents might be.” “Nah, apparently she's an orphan.” “Just as well. Being a Black, she deserves it.” Maybe I should have said something to them. I should have yelled at them to shut up, that they had no idea about my parents, that they should go complain about other things. But I guess I couldn't. After all, I didn't have much of a clue about my parents either. ๑ ๑ ๑ I approached the airport cab stand, and asked for a cab. “To Long Island, please.” I held out a fare and sat in the back seat as the cab started. I smiled slightly. At last, I was on my way to Camp Half-Blood.
ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Fᴀɪɴᴛ ♬ Lɪɴᴋɪɴ Pᴀʀᴋ ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ 1:23 ───ㅇ───── 2:42
