"KatieeeeEEEEEEE!" It was a sign from the gods that today was going to be a bad day. My sister's voice was normal, but you could hear her calmness lost when her voice grew louder as she said my name. Sighing, I finished treating the cuts on my legs and walked outside. Immediately, a dry wave of heat swarmed over my skin and I fanned myself with my hand continuously.

     Camp Half-Blood, a place I called home, was bustling with demigods in the summer. A camp reserved for children who had one normal parent, and one who was a god. Most of them were children of Apollo or Aphrodite. I was a child of Demeter, so I didn't have many brothers and sisters but I did get along extremely well with them.

     The sister closest to me was Miranda Gardiner, a petite girl who had auburn brown hair and eyes the colour of grass in the summer and the colour of bronze in the fall. We were a year apart and she was two years younger than me experience-wise at Camp Half-Blood. She also happened to be the second-eldest child of Demeter, acting as head counsellor when I was away. 

     Seeing her iconic yellow headband a few feet away, I lightly jogged up to her and knew something was extremely wrong. Her mouth was curved into a straight line and her bottom lip was bitten between her teeth. I could see her hands shaking and I followed her gaze towards the top of the Demeter cabin.

     The garden on the roof was oddly covered in specks of brown and a familiar surge of frustration hit me. The Stoll brothers put chocolate shingles on our roof. It was somewhat impressive that the brothers managed to get so much freaking chocolate. No one was surprised because the only thing that children of Hermes did was prank.

     It was like making people angry was a drug to them. The more you were angry, the more they wanted more. They were literally addicted to it, and the worst part was that you never expected anything other than them to doing something unexpected.

     I tried to hate Connor and Travis Stoll, they were always picking on the Demeter cabin, the cabin that put all they had into plants which were so easily destroyed, yet there was something about their mischievous behaviour that was so...charming.

     But that didn't mean I wasn't mad.

     "You guys!" I yelled "Seriously?"

     I saw Connor and Travis peeking from a tree. They tried not to laugh as my brothers and sisters stared at the chocolate which was melting at the heat of the sun. Connor and Travis did a fist bump and kept watching in amusement. We would never get the chocolate cleaned up in time. If it wasn't so hot, we would have eaten it. That would be a good prank.

     I looked at the brothers again, furious by their actions until I remembered that they were behind a tree.

     "Real mature boys. Real mature! Next time find someone freaking else!" It had been going on for a few years now. These pranks never stopped. We usually braced ourselves for two pranks a week at Camp Half-Blood, one usually for any other cabin, one usually of us. We would count the days they hadn't pranked sometimes, and it usually worried us because that meant the one coming would be a really bad one.

     They loved to prank our cabin. I guess it wasn't too surprising. Mostly it was because of a feud between Travis and I, we kind of hated each other. It was hard to describe.

     They were good people deep down.

     I would never say it out loud to anyone, but it was true because I had seen the sweet side of them. Yet this, this was a little hard to be positive. Eyeing a large tree and scanning the soil around it, I decided it was quite a good tool for revenge.

     "Miranda," I hissed. She must have been much angrier than I was. She was a lot like me, but her emotions were bigger as she was shyer, even scarier when mad. The slightly negative moody teen was my best friend and we had been through so much together. Miranda was almost like the little conscious in my head, telling me something shouldn't happen even though I knew I wanted it.

     "What?" She hissed back, still glaring daggers at the children of Hermes. I constantly wished she could glare literal daggers because Miranda had a great death stare. If she could, on the other hand, everyone would be dead already.

     "They are behind a tree. And it's a good one too," I hissed. 

     Miranda smirked in amusement as she read my mind. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

     "I sure hope so," she said. As were daughters of Demeter, we had easy access to growing things from sunflowers to radishes. We could control how they grew, we could control how they died. And it was always perfect for getting revenge.

     "Peas or zucchini?" I asked. Knowing that those were some of the most hated vegetables, it would be a pretty good comeback even though all my brothers and sisters loved them. I personally didn't understand how anyone could dislike Brussel sprouts and broccoli but that was my own opinion.

     "Why not both?" she said. "I'll take zucchini. " 

     I concentrated on the ground and a few sprouts shot up. I glanced behind me. Travis and Connor were still smirking and didn't notice the stalks in between them growing. It grew to their waists and then I hissed at Miranda.

     "Now!" We jerked our hands in a pulling motion and heard a scream behind us. The vines of the vegetables quickly wrapped around their waist and they screamed in anger. The campers came wondering about the commotion and saw the brothers sprawling helplessly on the ground. Looking at Miranda for a confirmation, she nodded for me to tighten the vines from where we were standing and grew the vegetables in their mouths. 

     "Ugh, zucchini!" screamed Connor.

     We sprouted the peas.

     Travis said a couple of words not appropriate to repeat.

     My cabin came rushing towards us and the children of Athena, Annabeth Chase leading, Malcolm Pace close behind. They ran up to us and we closed in on the Stoll brothers.

     "Did you stuff their mouths with vegetables?" she asked, her eyes widening at the sight. They were struggling, and I could tell they were going to barf if we left them there. The thought soothed me, and I instantly felt better, now that they knew the trouble they caused us.

     "Yup,"

     "You're my hero," She muttered under her breath.

     I chuckled lightly. We weren't the only ones annoyed by the Stoll brothers. Recently, they hacked into all the laptops of the children of Athena and put pictures of Chiron's disturbing appearances as the desktop saver when he was younger.

     "At least Chiron will thank you for making them eat something healthy for once," she muttered.

     "Well they tried to rob the candy store in the middle of the war, right?" asked Miranda. "If that isn't a sign of needing a better diet, I don't know what is."

     "Yea," she replied, flinging a piece of dirt towards them. Travis nearly dodged it, but it flicked onto his face.

     "Kacie, jeesh we'll eat arw veshies, now let ush go," muffled Travis. He was distressed and it was actually kind of hot. Nope, not really. Actually...

     I scowled at him. This wasn't a funny prank this time, it was cruel. Our plants were covered in melted chocolate and we couldn't do anything about it. No one understood how important they were to us.

     "Please?"

     I frowned. I was mad at them for putting chocolate shingles on our roof, making us take them off and clean it up, but Travis could be really sweet. He was also really nice when he didn't play pranks. I spent a lot of my time trying not to be nice to him, and I think that Travis knew that.

     Me, Katie Gardner, a vegan activist whose hands were constantly red from berry picking, was also the best target ever. I sucked for three reasons. One, because I hated the two. Two, because I actually didn't hate them that much so big revenge never happened. Three, because Travis and I kind of had a history.

     In times like these, all he needed to do was look into my eyes. I tried avoiding them, but there were countless nights where I remember thinking about them. Every single little detail of where the blues got darker or paled a bit. I thought about that demigod a lot.

     It was hard to avoid his gaze and we managed to make eye contact.

     My heart pounded a little quicker. It kind of tore me apart, because even though I sometimes adored his attention, today was one of those times when it was infuriating and exhausting. I wanted to kill the vegetables so he was free, and he knew that. At the same time, I wanted to throw poison ivy down his back.

     Just looking at him, I could tell that he felt my hesitation.

     Luckily, Miranda made the choice to let them go first.

     She did a couple of motions and the plants crumbled. Connor and Travis spat on the ground.

     "Bleh, that was gross," said Connor. And they walked away probably to plan more pranks.

     But before they were completely out of sight, Travis gave me one more look in the eyes and my heart stopped. His blue orbs were glittering, piercing into me like daggers, and freezing me completely. He opened his mouth as if he were to say something, and I was praying he would. Yet he didn't.

     "Come on, Travis," Connor pulled him away and Travis only sent me an apologetic glance.

     Why would he anyways? We weren't permanent. We were the two who were supposed to end up together but had a bunch of make-out sessions. There was something there, but there wasn't. He just was terrible. Pranked me too much. Why try.

     I grabbed a ladder from the storage room and headed towards my cabin. Setting it to lean against the roof with a clank, I told my siblings the ladder was here. Miranda and I were pretty drained from growing the vegetables, so we didn't work as hard. My brothers and sisters helped clean the chocolate off the plants quite well anyways.

     My mind wandered to the look he gave me before he left, the way he looked at me like I was ...something more. It wasn't the first time I had seen that look. I had seen it almost every time he pranked me. But was there something that was possibly like regret?

     Suddenly a gooey texture travelled through my fingers.

     "Ick,"

     I licked my fingers and saw a silver watch with a million buttons standing in its place of chocolate. It was probably made by a child of Hephaestus or at least modified. Only they could make such complicated things. I examined the watch and saw a word in cursive on the back. 

     Stoll

     It looked quite old the more I examined it. There was a little rust but it seemed to be very well constructed. Watches usually didn't have so much detail now unless they were brand watches. The only markings on this one were his name. I was quite sure it was Travis's watch as well. You kind of notice such things when metal scrapes against your waist when pinned to a wall, though I would never admit that either.

     "Miranda, look at this," I told her. She glanced over and tilted her head to the side.

     "That's a nice watch,"

     "What if I told you that it was Travis's?"

     She raised an eyebrow curiously. "Is it?"

     "Well, it has his last name on the back," I flipped it around to show her. She shrugged.

     "Then I say you throw it at him and make him propose."

     I reddened because she didn't hate Travis, but she really thought we should be together. It was terrible how everyone constantly nagged us about it as if we were incapable of deciding on our own love lives. "You suck."

     "Give it to him. And if he won't propose, make out with him." She teased. Funny she would say that because she and her boyfriend Sherman Yang were constantly making out.

     "I haven't made out with Travis in like forever because we ar-"

     "Five and a half months? Exactly. Forever. You must be getting old and wrinkly. Go, revive that dead skin of yours or something."

     I felt myself reddening even more and threw the watch at her. "You do it."

     "Nope."

     "Fine."