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I didn’t want to back. I didn’t want to face the humility and pain that it brought me. All it does is bring back the memories of my sister Bianca, and how Percy had lied and told me he would protect her. I used to think of camp as a safe haven, before the whole incident of course. It was a place I felt safe from the outside world. A place that felt like home. I felt as if I had a family. A real family. For the longest time we were on our own. No Mom, no Dad. Just each other. We had no one to tuck us in at night, no one to tell us bedtime stories, none of that. As soon as Bianca died I left camp. I couldn’t face Percy. I haven’t been back to Camp since. I spent most of my time at Camp Jupiter with my half-sister Hazel, but today is the day. The day I’ve been dreading for months. The day that I have to go back to Camp Half Blood.
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I could faintly hear laughing and singing coming from the camp fire. The closer I got to the barrier, the more nervous I became. What if they don’t want me back? What if everyone hates me? Now I stood directly in front of the entrance to camp. Just as I was about to walk through I broke down. “I can’t do this! I can’t go back, no one wants me here!” I screamed as I collapsed to the ground with tears streaming down my faces. I couldn’t hold myself together, I have had enough. I curled up into a ball and began to shake. After that everything went kind of fuzzy. I remember a voice calling out my name. Then a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my body and cradled me. I’m pretty sure I was brought back to cabin. After that everything went

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