Post by kady on Oct 14, 2012 20:17:48 GMT -5
it's too cold outside ,
Today was turning out to be one of those days when Kady Hunter just felt...bland. Nothing interested her and nothing appeared to interest anybody else, either; it was a Sunday, dismal and gray. Most campers turned out to be shut up in their cabins playing solitaire if they weren't stuck in the overly packed infirmary, being treated by those overworked Apollo kids. Kady would have offered to help those people — she had actually worked at the infirmary when she was a bit younger — but she wasn't feeling gracious. It was as though the weird depression around camp was becoming contagious, because even the happiest people — Amber James, Cinder Lynn, Tal Winchell — were acting as though something horrible was happening. Well...it was, in a sense, but a little flu wasn't too terrible. Was it? Kady'd had her fair share of being sick when she was in seventh grade, and look at her now. She'd survived. Everybody was overreacting, she resolved. Why in Tartarus was a quest being arranged for this?
Combing her thin, lean fingers through her golden hair, Kady looked at her surroundings. She'd started to go walking that morning after breakfast in order to burn off the calories of a buttery, artery-clogging chocolate croissant. She'd felt then as though she had needed the comfort of chocolate and crappy goodness of the bready part, but now she just had a stomachache and a residue of guilt from eating such stuff. Oh, and a few more minutes left to walk before she reached the Aphrodite cabin. She didn't want to skip lunch — now that was kind of stupid — but there was no way she would get some sandwich. No more bread, she told herself.
Veering sharply to the left in order to avoid a sharply protruding branch, Kady watched with her twenty-twenty LASIK-perfect vision as the back of her home cabin came into view. She could see through the window; the nauseating, overwhelming pinkness of it made her want to whip around and vomit. She'd tried to talk some of her siblings into painting the walls a different color — like for example deep blue, big smile — but Kady had been in a minority and the walls had stayed the way they were now.
As soon as this thought formed completely in her mind, Kady realized there was no way on earth that she wanted to go inside and face her siblings. Sure, her mascara probably needed a refresh coat, but going inside probably meant being sucked into a heated debate about the latest It couple and the most recent breakups — some things Kady was less than uninterested in. Was there anything less fascinating than the romantic misfortunes of people you didn't like associating with? That was one of the reasons Kady wasn't as interested in crappy celebrity gossip magazines as most girls her age were. Oh! One of the Kardashians dumped her hot boyfriend! Big whoop. Why people cared remotely was a complete mystery to the anything but stereotypical daughter of Aphrodite.
Changing her path and heading for the amphitheater — hopefully, not many people would be there — Kady walked against the wind, her high-heeled boots making prints on the ground as she strolled. As soon as she arrived at her destination and unloaded her notebook that she used for Greek homework — she was in the process of translating sixty-five Greek sentences into American English for Tuesday's class — she realized with a groan that she wasn't, in fact, alone. Sure, most of the people there — there couldn't be more than five — weren't within a fifteen-foot radius of her, but she didn't feel like talking.
Whatever. She dug a sharp pencil out of her bag and began to translate a stupid sentence about how snow during summer isn't in the picture. Soon enough, she was blind and deaf to everyone around her.
for angels to fly ,
outfit. no guitar though.
open to anyone and everyone.
lyrics from the a team - ed sheeran.
