My siblings had made a huge ruckus in the cabin this morning, which resulted into my diary being teared into pieces. Doesn’t matter. 

Today… I tried to talk to people. It worked, however, they seemed too intimidated of me to even approach me at random times. I do not understand why, though. Ria and Pheles can talk to me however and whenever they please, and it’s not the least annoying to me. It could be troublesome to talk sometimes, but it’s not very enjoyable to not talk to someone. 

In case people haven’t noticed, I am also human, and I also have needs. Needs that I don’t necessarily need but I can go days without needing them. Well, this makes me sound like a clingy girlfriend or a paranoid wife, but whatever. 

This day has proved to be uneventful and consisted of only training my younger siblings with sword fighting and the like. We also had three rounds around camp, but a lot of them stopped half-way through the second one. When I was at my fifth round, I was left alone with that unclaimed demigod. 

It baffles me that they have not claimed him, though, but that’s another thought for another entry.

Alright.

Lippi

Unhealthy business will never be good for this camp. I might be an older sister and a cabin counselor in this camp, but really, I thought I made it clear to not have alcohol inside the cabin? I am no baby sitter, and it is I who will be responsible for these actions. 

I’ll make sure to extend training hours from now on. These kids need to learn the hard way. They’re not going through the training that Pheles and I had to endure during Kronos’ rule. 

Also, I am currently wearing Grace’s jacket. This guy still hasn’t shown up. What an idiot, making me wait for so long. 

Who needs him anyway.

I’m ready to go. 

There’s another quest strategy overhaul I have to go over. You know how Athena & Ares’ kids make up the strategies? Well, it’s my job (more or less) to look for a loop hole or blind spot. Most children of Hermes are good at doing so. Sometimes they don’t need me, and I just leave it all to Enzo, since he’s capable enough. 

Duh.

Anyway, someone by passed my server last night, and therefor I could not access my Neopets account that I’ve been active on for so long. My beloved Meerca might be starving at the moment. 

So, yeah. 

I’ll be back, I just need to do the overhaul now. 

So I’m contemplating on my feelings again. 

I feel so hollow now. 

So empty.

So alone.

So what if I had sex, right? So what if I made out with some guy? So what if my first kiss wasn’t the best one? 

It’s not like something’ll happen to me if I did those stuff. Tsk. Romance is nothing. A waste of time. Maybe for fun, but not to be taken seriously. 

I want to talk to someone about it. Someone who would listen to me no matter how shitty it is. 

I want to give it back to him.

His jacket.

Remind me to punch Reese in the gut for fucking me up this bad. 

Anyway, I realized no one cleaned the kitchen, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that messy. For sure it stunk like wet sex or something, but I’m positive none of the fluids went flying to pots and pans. 

That’d be horrifying and disgusting. On another note, Father is at camp, and I am debating on whether I should tell him what happened or not. 

But wait. 

Reese isn’t claimed.

What if. I. Just. Had. Sex. With. My. Possible. Brother.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO. 

I just woke up. My body aches so badly. 

I have no idea what I did last night that could exhaust me such as…wait, who’s shirt is this? Where the fuck is my bra? And wait a moment, why do I have so many bite marks and scratches. 

Shit. I forgot. Cute dude. 

Ah. Yeah.

I had sex with Reese last night, how stupid. Ugh. This isn’t fair. The one time I have a good fuck in so long, I can’t remember one thing about it. My gods. My body looks like a mess having all these red marks everywhere—I mean literally everywhere. 

Of course, I have no intention of hiding them. It’ll only be a burden to me once I start training for the day. As annoying as these hickeys and bruises are, I’m positive he has more. I’m quite painful to have when doing sexual intercourse. 

Well, it’s probably a one time thing. I’m pretty sure I didn’t promise him something of a second round, so I’m good, thanks. I won’t be having sex in a long period of time, I guess. 

Alright, now I have to go and clean myself. I wouldn’t want his excess fluid stuck on me, and I wouldn’t want to reek of it the whole day. But, that would be after I get a hold on my legs, goddamn this, I can’t stop shaking!

Ugh. Now all my little siblings are asking me where I got all my bruises. Obviously I have to lie to them and say I got them from an intense cuddle session while I was getting into the IHD vibes. 

Mhm. No one can actually say anything about it because one, they know I’d kill them on sight, two, I’d probably find a way to make them feel stupid for bringing it up, and three, no one really knows who did it and where it happened. 

Maybe I could pull it off as a prank. 

Yeah.

While every couple out there are hugging, and every other of my siblings are hurling towards their beds, and I’m over here, completely alone, doing nothing of the sort. 

Well, I’ll get used to this. 

Lousy.

I had cabin inspections earlier today, and all of the cabins were marked with an “x”. No, scratch that. I marked everyone with an “x” if it makes any sense. It’s in bold and it’s italicized. 

Why would they…Why in the world would their cabins act like there was a hurricane in it? Even in my own cabin. I just sleep overnight, and when I wake up, everything is a mess. 

Anyway, I reached the point of patience with quite a lot of people recently. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I feel so stingy ever since I met that old man from the train station. It’s bothering me. If it was my Father, then he could’ve at least told me, but no, he had to mind fuck me with his aura and mist. 

This just proves how worthless I truly am in face of a god. I need to become stronger. Should I leave camp to do so, I will, but I need to keep an eye on certain people for the mean time.

Tsk. Troublsome. 

I sighed heavily as I began to stare down at the body that lay in front of me. It trembled slightly, and my eyes focused on it a bit more. I walked closer to it, and poked it using my rapier. 

It shook again, and I decided that I should probably be getting answers from this person already. 

“Hey. Look up.” I stated, my tone had a little mixture of irritation and confusion. I kicked the person over, since he was lying on his stomach. “Look at me when I’m talking to you. You’re not dead. Yet.” 

The dude opened his eye, well, one of them. I beat him up really good, I guess. He was a little buff, with his purple shirt on, it seemed like it was going to rip any moment. 

“…Well?” I raised an eyebrow as I cracked my knuckles. “Don’t wait for me to kill you. I don’t hesitate in doing so.” 

“…W-what do you…wan-t?” He stammered, his face turning slightly pale. 

“I’m asking you to talk. Why did you ambush me? All your little friends ran away, but poor you, you can’t rely on your comrades forever. See? They just abandoned you.” I said, my eyes narrowing. 

“W-we-we were t-told to do so…” He replied, avoiding my gaze. I felt the mist surrounding us get thicker, and I felt the surroundings become a little raspy. 

“Told to do so by whom?” I said, inquisitively. I don’t recall doing anyone harm in the past few weeks, unless someone’s trying to gain revenge on me because of what happened in the war. Well, if it is so, then I’ll just have to face what I need to do. 

“By—” As soon as he was going to tell me, he started to cough up blood rather violently. 

Fuck this shit. 

Back at camp. I brought a satyr back, though. He doesn’t have horns yet, the poor fellow. He was passed out when I found him. He kinda reminds me of Grover, and it wasn’t… well, nevermind.

I’m back to doing crap. Currently on the battle grounds, aka the woods, inspecting if the Anaconda left trails. I’ve only found a few bleeding scales, but that’s all. If I realize that one tiny camper is missing, I will throw a fit at it. This is why my siblings have been setting up firecrackers in our cabin the whole day—to keep the kids from going out. 

Sigh.

I still have the brochure. 

Bullshit or not, it’s still…

Gods.