I still didn't understand why I had to go to an all year camp.

My mom said that a chauffeur would come and pick me up at the door step, so here I am, awkardly standing at my doorstep and trying to read,"the son of Neptune" and stop my luggage or suitcase with wheels from rolling onto the road.

A huge gust of wind made my hair fly in my face.

The chauffeur drove a Prius, most probably, and honked at me.

Sheesh.

I memorized what page i was on and closed my book.

I yanked the car door open, and felt a blast of AC hit me. The driver must be very sensitive to the heat.

"It's very hot, so I would appreciate if you got in and closed the door," my chauffeur said.

I just grinned.

"You gonna get in? I have other important business to do, if you don't know."

 I muttered under my breath,"o mei wa baka dei su" which meant,'you are an idiot' in Japanese, and climbed into the car.

I got a full view of the chauffeur now, and saw that he had greenish-blueish eyes, tousled jet black hair, and an amused and playful grin on his face when he turned to look at me

"What's your name? I'm Amythyst Stone, and my mom is delila stone, but everyone calls her delila." I said, trying to strike a conversation with him.

"You know, come to think of it, you're name seems kinda familiar, like someone mentioned it before." He voiced out his thoughts.

I decided to just stare out the window, and enjoy the view.

I took out my 'son of neptune' and began to read. "Page forty-two." I told myself.

It's my 3rd time I'm reading it, but it still hasn't grown old.

I put away my book, and took out my tablet.

I went into 'notes' and typed out a description of what had happened so far.

Then I took my phone out and texted my mother, delila, where I was, how I was feeling, and what I was doing.

Hi mom, how r u feeling?

                                                                            I'm feeling ok

 I'm feeling bored.

                                                                     Why?

There's nothing to do. 

                                                            I'm baking chocolate chip cookies, maybe I can send them over.

That would be great!

This was how our usual conversations were like.

"We're almost there, don't worry." Mr. jet black hair said.

We stepped out of the car, and I look at the 'camp'

And I was amazed.