Before I copy and pasted the google document, I reread like two paragraphs of the original and couldn't continue. This is such a step up guys.

     For the first time in a really long time, it was peaceful in Cabin 11 even when everyone was there. There wasn't a heated argument running around nor a childish fight. A few people were reading Greek books and others were gossiping about the fireworks. I found it quite relaxing to have one of these moments once in a while.

     I stared at the frame of Conner's upper bunk as I lay on my own, staying strangely still for someone with ADHD. It felt as if I was a dead body in the way I positioned myself, hands glued to my sided, straight legs and back. Jumbled thoughts were running through my head. Everything from our next prank, the fireworks, if Piper ever tried lip-syncing, and Katie Gardner.

    I zoned into the natural sounds in the cabin, the turning of a page, the rustling of a blanket, the creak of the wooden floor, and the laughter from outside. Was this why most people didn't like chaos? It was almost underwhelming.

     Just as nothing could have gone quieter, there was a familiar blaring of pipes, a tune that struck a familiar feeling, and I sat up quickly, though careful not to let my head bang against the wooden panels of the bunk. Conner reacted as quickly as I did, and we rushed out of the cabin in a hurry. As we ran, others met us partway, Sherman, Miranda, and Katie. With a knowing glance and Sherman running the fastest and most determined, we found ourselves panting as we reached the gates of Camp.

     It was thankfully not a bad case. Though the pipes seemed to be a little rushed when they were blown, the satyr was fine. August Cloverleaf, a satyr who was respected throughout Camp-Half Blood and the Cloven Council, was helping a girl with licorice coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. Though her eyes shone with youth, her face looked around 16. However, demigods often appeared older than they looked after the hardships. Yet usually, it was the eyes that gave away maturity, not the face. Looking into her eyes, I guessed she was 14.

     Both fell in exhaustion to the gravel. Sherman walked up to August and held out a hand towards him. August took it, and he clearly had been running hard. Sweat gleamed against his umber skin, and his lips curved into a smile at the sight of Sherman. We all felt as if we owed something to August for all five of us. Though Sherman was the last to get claimed, the two had been best friends for years, going through an emotional hell.

     He helped his best friend up and August groaned. "Gods Sherman, you really have to squeeze my hand that hard? I've only been gone for a month."

     "You've also missed out on all of the good drama. Who's the newbie?"

     "This is Peggy Wilson." he introduced her to us. She shyly raised her hand in greeting. "Peggy, this is Sherman, Miranda, Travis and Conner, and Katie."

     "Do you have any idea on her parentage yet?" I asked, closely examining her features. She had the average demigod build, stiff face and posture, and somewhat intimidating look for her age.

     "Likely a goddess for her mother, she told me she never met her mother and lived with her father. Even if Apollo pulled another one of those...stunts, I have no idea which goddess would be her mother" he said.

     I immediately ruled out Demeter. Though she had a face resembling the softness and the fierce personality of the plant goddess, Peggy had no striking feature similar to anything of nature. Common features of daughters of Demeter were plant-green eyes, like Katie's entrancing moss coloured ones, or Miranda's mahogany hair. Bark brown or birch coloured hair were other common features. However, her black hair was dark and glossy, very undemeterlike, her eyes only resembled milk chocolate rather than coffee beans or cocoa beans.

     She didn't seem like a daughter of Aphrodite. Peggy clearly was very attractive, yet not the type of attraction where she was so alluring people became insanely jealous. Daughters of Aphrodite had so many different forms but each was always enticing one way or another. Drew, despite her disgusting personality, was gorgeous, without a doubt, and eyes were always turned when she was around. Piper also had the same eyes turned because of her confidence and the way she presented himself. Silena always had such kindness and incomparable beauty that people were instantly in love with her once she spoke.

     I pushed the thoughts of the daughter of Aphrodite out of my head. This wasn't the time to be reminiscing of the tragedies of the last war.

     I didn't want to completely shut my mind to any possibilities as well. There were always exceptions. Whoever her mother was, we would know in due time.

     Peggy, though obviously confused, didn't ask many questions. We bid a small goodbye to August as he went for a physical evaluation, and led the young demigod to the Cabin 11, showing her where she would reside for the time until she was claimed.

     "It's usually not this quiet," I told her as she looked around the room in awe of the architecture built within it. The large beams supporting the ceiling had a much smaller beam installed below so clothing hangers were on them instead of having a closet. It was much easier to save space. A huge bulletin wall was covered in prank ideas, while a corner was a tally on how many successful pranks we pulled over the years.

     "Why is it quiet?"

     "A question I ask myself as well."

     She was silent for a moment and I decided to lead her out behind the cabin. It had been a practice all Cabin 11 counsellors did as their duty to accept the newcomers. Sitting her on the swing bench, I leaned forward on my knees to talk to her.

     "So, Peggy Wilson was it?" I asked. "Did you take your mother's or father's last name."

     "Father's."

     "How is he to you?"

     "He was great."

     "Are you close?"

     Her calmness seemed to waver and she nodded. I suddenly sensed that something was wrong by the look in her eyes, one I had seen too many times. Letting her breathe, I patiently waited, something quite impressive for my ADHD, until she was comfortable enough to speak.

     "Yes. We were very close." a bite of her lip, a pick of her fingernails, and her use of words in the past tense were all I needed to know her father died. Quite recently I was guessing.

     Looking into the distant forests, I sighed. "Conner and I were close with our mom too."

     She was silent. "I know."

     Blinking a couple of times, I chuckled a little. "You know?"

     "I could feel it somehow. How did she die?"

     "Car crash."

     "Mine too."

     Tapping my fingers on the plastic woven armrest, everything seemed to slow down a little. "I was around your age too. I get it."

     Peggy's fingers were fumbling rapidly as the sensitive topic progressed more and more. I kept my eyes on her hands, seeing that she was unwilling to make eye contact. I was used to it by now.

     I thought a little about my mother and her strawberry blonde hair, her kind smile and blue eyes. Everything about her suddenly seemed so far away, mostly because it was. I thought about her often, but it stopped being every day. Sometimes when bright lights shone through the Cabin of Hermes, I'd throw my covers over my head, almost moaning out "mommmm" until I remembered there was no mom, to begin with.

     The car crash had been over five years ago, it seemed like a distant memory, yet still seemed so real when I dreamt of it. All the guilt and pain stabbed at me suddenly, and I secretly hoped I did a good job of hiding it.

     Though I didn't say anything or do anything unusual, Peggy looked at me curiously as if she was trying to search for something in my expression. I wondered if Peggy found what she was looking for after she looked away again.

     "What are your hobbies?" I asked.

    "I like soccer, sometimes I draw, but I'm not good at either," she told him once I moved onto a lighter airy subject. Little did she know they were still on the investigation of her godly parentage.

     "Soccer's a fun sport. What never fails to make you happy?"

     "Helping people," Peggy answered without hesitation.

     "Do you volunteer?"

     "No, more like solving conflicts. I'm really good at giving advice."

     "How old are you?"

     "Fourteen."

      Just as I was going to ask why she would really need to give her fourteen-year-old friends relationship advice, I remembered the continuous pranks on Katie because of the stupid infatuation, Sherman and Miranda's roller-coaster relationship that seemed to be working, and all the other drama that never seemed to stop.

     It brought a small smile to my lips.

     "I remember when I was fourteen." I reminisced.

     "Do you need relationship advice?"

     I met the innocent eyes of the fourteen-year-old and wondered if she really could. It never really occurred to me that someone younger than me would be giving this type of advice, especially with this one, who seemed purer than fresh snow. She probably never had been in a relationship before.

     Then again, the maturity level of a fourteen-year-old and a nineteen-year-old were surprisingly similar. "I don't think so, thanks for offering though."

     She blinked a couple of times. "You have a huge crush on Katie Gardner."

     Such a statement threw me off. Her unwavering voice and implicated that she had full confidence in her declaration was correct. It was almost as if she had practiced guessing so many times it came naturally.

     I didn't know whether I should deny it or try and justify it. In the first place, I had been denying everything going on between us, justifying it by saying she had the best reactions. What was I supposed to do?

     So I spoke (relatively) from the heart.

     "Do I?"

     Ok, maybe not from the heart, from the mind of burning questions I had been too afraid to answer. Conner had said it, Sherman had said it, the other campers had said it, but I really didn't know what was love at this point.

     "Well, your eyes sure dart to look at her a lot. The way your body stiffened and your eyes kind of changed when I mentioned her name supports it," she replied eloquently. "I think you might even love her."

     Smiling down at her, I sighed and leaned my arms back on the swing. "Maybe."

     Peggy scoffed in disbelief, yet there was still humour in the smile she returned. "You don't believe me because I'm a few years younger than you, huh? What does a fourteen-year-old know about love anyway."

     I chuckled. "Never said that. I just hope you know what you're talking about."

     "I do."

     "Have you been in love?"

     She shook her head. "But I know it when I see it. In everything. I always thought it was weird."

     "Maybe you're a daughter of Aphrodite," I suggested.

     "I'm not popular or super pretty. Guys aren't smitten by me. Besides, it's not just relationship love. I see the love in people's eyes when they hold hands with their children. Or when they pet their dog or when two friends are talking at a coffee shop. But I can also see when people don't love each other, you know? Kind of like when you see two people who are at a fancy restaurant and wearing super expensive clothes, but I somehow know they don't love each other. It's weird."

     "Honestly, that kind of is. But I guess you'll never have to doubt whether or not your future partner still loves you or not." he teased. "I'm completely lost on what Cabin you belong in."

     "What happens if I don't get claimed? Hypothetically, of course."

     It was a similar look all young demigods had. She was scared that she wouldn't be accepted if she wasn't claimed, or as if she'd never belonged. I told her something I told all demigods when they asked the same question.

     "Then we claim you ourselves."

     Her eyes lit up in what seemed to be both relief and gratefulness. "Ok, then."

     "Don't worry Peggy," I assured earnestly. "We'll be happy to have you as a sister."

     Somehow, I felt that she already was.