Just so you know this chapter is only half of Firissa's second journal entry. Also, as an author's note for the last chapter the lack of detail was to point out how sad Firissa was. I was trying to enhance the chapter (but not this one).

Date: Sunday June 6th of 2010

My plane landed in New York at midnight in American time but the many streets and buildings were still as busy as ever. The only thing that was missing was all of my energy.

I couldn't stand not to know where we were going so I asked Charlie. Sadly, all he said was that there was a camp here that might become my home. I know this sound like something a six year old would say but I hate it when people are annoyingly vague. I was too tired to protest the way I normally would've upon hearing that I was being sent off to some strange American camp, so I scrunched my nose to show my annoyance.

Charlie whistled loudly and shouted "Taxi!" He also waved his arms like a maniac, which made me giggle despite the weight of my eyelids, (and that doesn't even include the lashes).

When a cab finally pulled over for us, all Charlie said was to take us to the ferry to Manhattan, which made me wonder if he was rich or something. I mean it's got to be extremely expensive to pay for two first-class plane tickets, two cab rides, two ferry passes, and most likely, another cab ride.

"Did you rob a bank?" I questioned, and he just looked at me like I had just asked to borrow one of his horns. "Where did you get all this money from?" I said slowly.

"Well it's too hard to explain," He sighed, "I guess you could think of it as a credit card that you don't have to pay for and never runs out of money." He spoke like he was at a funeral. His funeral.

"I want one!" I squeaked in whole truth, but I knew that it wouldn't ever happen. I even tried asking Charlie where he got it, but all he said was that his cousin lent it to him so that he could travel in style.

Charlie led me through the camp to the main office (or whatever he called it) in the dark. Well, it's not like I could describe what it looked like, but I had bumped into at least a dozen trees on the way, so it's not like there's a shortage of those around here. Either that or I'm a magnet that attracts wood.

When we finally got to the main building, (which actually turned out to be a huge but strange house) I stepped into the light and blinked while tugs me even further. When my vision had improved I could tell that he had taken me to a whole strange new room with two more blokes, but they didn't have goat features.

One of the men was in a wheel chair, smiling at me with a tired look on his face. His eyes glimmered with wisdom, and he winked at me to let me know that here was glad I was here. That made me smile a tiny bit. Well, just until I saw the other bloke.

I guessed that his name was Mr. D, because that's what his personalized shirt pocket said, but I might have been wrong because my vision was still a little bit blurry. He had an air of power to him, and when you combined that with the annoyed glare on his tired face, it made him kind of hard to look at. Even in his lavender leopard-print jim-jams and matching slippers I could tell that he was the boss around here. I still had to stop myself from giggling.

"We have another one," Charlie awkwardly explained to get past the silence, though he looked like he was pleading for no death sentence.

"I can see that," Mr. D said as if the silence was by law his to break. He whipped his strange eyes over to look at me. "I'm Mr. D," he spoke in a voice that made it seem like he was explaining what spelling was. Did he always talk this way?

"Hullo," I said quickly and quietly as I fought the urge to back out through the doorway so that I could laugh.

Mr. D straightened his nametag and one of the picture frames on the wall. "What might your name be?" he asked.

"Ummm...I'm Firissa Jones," I said with my eyes staring at a picture on the wall where the word blinky was blotted out with red ink. I didn't get the joke.

"Well, you might as well get her to the Hermes cabin so that we can all get some sleep," and the two men left the room while Charlie dragged me out as well.

So once again Charlie pulled me through the blackness, but when we stopped he knocked on the door to what I assumed was the Hermes cabin. I could hear a big rumble coming from the inside. Feet thumped across the floor and objects small and large were pushed aside.

About a full minute passed by before two blond boys answered the door.

Both of them looked...well, exactly like each other. They had messy brown hair, and their skin seemed even paler than moonlight on a clear and beautiful night. There was also something about them that told me that if anyone here were to steal from me, it would most likely be them. Their strange pale blue eyes blinked around trying to figure out who had knocked.

The first person they saw was Charlie, and then they saw my face. They turned to each other and exchanged a look that seemed to be a cross between coming up with a mischievous plan and fighting over who got the honor of calling it theirs. They both gave the other a couple good whacks in the face before they turned their backs to me and whispered what sounded like a violent argument. When they finally stopped they faced Charlie and I and pulled me into the cabin with similes of fake kindness (they were also mumbling what they thought were manipulating sentences even though they wouldn't convince someone who thought the tele was a magic mirror).

I turned to the door and pleaded to Charlie with my eyes. He stared back as if to say that he hopes I survive to once again see the light of day.

Charlie shut the door and suddenly the other campers made themselves known as if they where a pack of rabid animals about to bite me.

Just so you know Firissa's journal entry is going to be continued in the next chapter. I hope that you guys liked it and I hope that you write a review soon!