I'm Pretty Sure You Don't Exist- Right?

"Are we there yet?" I bugged Annabeth.
"No, Seaweed Brain. It's been, like, fifteen minutes. Chill, for Hades' sake. We'll be there in time for their little ceremonial thing that Chiron talked about," she responded, carefully watching the road.
"What ceremonial thing?" I could practically hear her rolling her eyes in her response.
"You have the attention span of a hydra, Percy," she muttered. "Just follow my lead."
"Isn't that what we always do?" I asked cheekily. She sighed in response and kept driving while I tapped my foot, bored half to death. Well, maybe not half to death. Sitting on that stupid train for eight hours in Canada was being bored half to death, or in hindsight, being bored while heading towards our deaths. Whatever. We passed into the country area, or that's what I assumed, because it was a lot less crowded. The sun hadn't completely set but it hung on the horizon, like a giant flaming ball of gas version of Gaea.
"Are we there yet?" I asked again.
"For the love of Zeus, Percy," Annabeth replied, exasperated.
"Hey! It should be for the love of Poseidon. Sea disasters are better than air disasters!" I complained mockingly.
"The best disaster is going to be the one where Zeus fries you for that particular comment, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told me.
"You don't want me around?" I cried, faking hurt.
"You could beat out the Aphrodite cabin at being a drama queen, Percy. Good gods." I crossed my arms in response and stared out the window, watching he hills pass by. A huge sign sat on the side of the road by a driveway. It seemed to say something along the lines of 'Gawb Falh-Dioop', until I realized it actually said 'Camp Half-Blood'. Oops.
"Annabeth! There's the camp place!" I reminded her. She looked up, startled, and hit the brakes, quickly turning into the driveway. It was gravel and the sharp pieces of rock pinged against the bottom of the car as it shook from side to side. There was a cluster of lights up ahead, which we slowly approached. Annabeth turned the car into a crowded parking lot and we got out, each taking our bags from the trunk.
"What do we do now?" I asked her. She was staring at the mass of people crowded into a pavilion eerily similar to our own at the real CHB.
"We go try not to be exposed at a camp dedicated to our existence."
"Sounds like fun," I declared, marching up the hill. I heard her following me as we practically hiked up the hill, which had a lot of thorns. Trust me, I found out the hard way. When we reached the well-lot pavilion, Annabeth took the lead, guiding me to a sidewalk that led to the actual pavilion. We hurried in and took seats at what would normally be the Poseidon table at camp, but here it was filled with people. After sitting by myself for six years, it was weird, to say the least. Some guy was standing up front and announcing something to the whole crowd, most of which wore orange shirts with our logo on them, only they weren't in Greek like the ones Annabeth and I had on. Whoops. I zoned out, twirling Riptide around my fingers, because I knew Annabeth would listen for me. Several adults that I assumed were parents shot glares at me for my lack of attention, but I didn't really care. I've gotten this far without much in the way of an attention span, but that's probably due to Annabeth.
When the guy (finally) shut up, all the adults made to leave, giving hugs and kisses to their kids. Annabeth tugged me up and led me across the pavilion to where all the other campers had gathered. The guy was again standing in front of us and clapped his hands once to get everyone's attention.
"Welcome, everybody! As I said earlier, I'm Carter Jameson, also known as Mr. C around here." Cue crickets as absolutely no one laughed at his gods-awful imitation of Mr. D's title. "Okay then! For the next hour or so, we'll be sorting you into your cabins based on these quizzes. Please take one and fill it out," he instructed, gesturing to a pile of pencils and papers. Yippee. Let's watch the dyslexic demigod fill out a quiz about his heritage. Sounds like fun! 'Well, I'm actually the person this entire thing is based on, but no big deal. Just stick me in Cabin Three and we'll be fine.' But I followed Annabeth to the papers and picked one up, along with a pencil, and sat back down at the Poseidon table. Hundreds of kids around us were furiously filling theirs out while I tried to decipher the first line.
"Percy, it says 'What is your name?'" Annabeth whispered. I blushed and scribbled down my name on the blank, then worked in deciphering the rest of it.
"Why couldn't this be in Greek?" I complained quietly to Annabeth. She sighed and looked over at my paper, hers having already been done, of course.
"Here, let me help. It's asking how old you are, what your favorite color is, your hobbies, talents, grades, etcetera. I'm pretty sure I can handle this," she teased, sliding the paper closer to her and writing down 'my' answers. "There, done. Since I did the work, you can go turn them in."
"Thanks, Wise Girl," I said, kissing her cheek and taking the two pages back to the front table, where the man waited.
"Hi there, young man. What's your name?" he greeted me.
"Percy Jackson," I responded without thinking. He laughed as he sorted the papers into piles.
"While it's admirable that you like the series enough to call yourself after the main character, I do need your real name," he said politely. I was tempted to break out the whole 'Welcome-to-my-life-as-part-god' routine, but I didn't. Instead I just scuffed my foot on the ground and crossed my arms.
"My name, Mr. D- C, I mean, is Percy Jackson!" I told him, frustrated. He turned to face me, looking pretty irritated.
"That's not your real name, I'm sure. What did your parents put on your papers as a child?" he asked, speaking as if I was two. I felt more than heard Annabeth approach behind me as she slipped her hand into mine.
"His name is actually Percy Jackson, sir, I assure you," she informed him politely, before pulling me away.
"Seriously, Percy! Only you would argue over your name!"
"Yeah, well, Chiron was the one with the bright idea of sending us here. We need code names or something," I huffed. Annabeth turned to face me.
"That's actually a decent idea, but we already filled out the paperwork under our real names. We're kind of trapped now. Maybe if they do the same sort of stupid thing we can use the idea," she mused.
"Fine, whatever you think is best. I'm too tired for this," I complained, flopping into my seat theatrically. Annabeth rolled her eyes, but sat next to me and kissed me on the lips.
"Better?" she teased. I leaned over and kissed her again before replying.
"Maybe another?" I pleaded. She laughed at the look in my eyes and shook her head, pressing her lips together. "So cruel!" I muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, focus," she reminded me. I followed her orders and turned back around to where a bunch of people I assumed were counselors stood with signs reading the names of each cabin on them. Mr. C clapped for our attention and everyone spun around, one kid falling off his seat.
"So, campers, we're going to assign your cabins now. Please come up here one table at a time, check the lists, then go to your counselor. Table one first, please." The group of kids sitting at table one swarmed the front, each sorting into lines after a minute or two. Some looked dejected, others like they'd won the lottery. Most of the excited ones were in the lines for Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon, so I had absolutely no clue why they'd be excited. Being a child of the Big Three was awful. It involved a lot of violent deaths, memory loss, and tree-ifying. I nearly missed my cue, though, when they called Table Three, and Annabeth had to slap me (again) I get my attention.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I grumbled, following her to the neatly written out list on the table. I tried to decipher my name from the lists, but there were about three thousand million billion names on there. I'm dyslexic, okay? When I finally found mine, I'd been assigned to the Poseidon cabin, thank the gods. Zeus probably would've killed me if I ended up in 'his' cabin here. Annabeth, thankfully, got in the Athena cabin. If she hadn't, there would've probably been a massacre or something for 'demeaning a daughter of Athena.' I did not want the paperwork on that one, so I hurried over to the counselor for my cabin. No one really paid me any attention when I did, so I just stood there while everyone else got themselves sorted, at least, until someone screamed.
"I cannot believe that you would put me in Ares, are you all brain dead?" a girl screeched. "I'm a daughter of Poseidon, obviously, and you're obviously all idiots!" First, eww, I do not want her as my sister. Secondly, why in Hades did she have to scream so loudly? A woman led her out of the pavilion, trying to calm her down, and Mr. C sheepishly tried to distract us.
"Well, everyone, head to your cabins! Remember curfew is at ten and have fun! Goodnight!" With that, he hurried away. Our counselor, a girl that looked to be around twenty, told us all to follow behind (For Zeus' sake, I'm not two) and headed to our cabin, which was divided into two sections down the middle for the guys and the girls. It looked nothing like the real cabin, just as if the Hermes cabin had been painted a horrible shade of blue and a plastic trident slapped on. I cringed as I walked in, looking at the awful decorations. Really? Fishing poles and nets? Either they hadn't read the books that had supposedly been written or they were completely brain dead. We all stopped in the common room area and sat in a circle 'Like good campers' while the counselor spoke.
"So, like, hi everyone! I'm Emmaline Cerone, but you can call me Emma. We're going to play some quick bonding games before bedtime! Let's start by going around and telling everyone our names, ages, and a fact about ourselves." She was way too perky, but since I was first in the circle, I had to start.
"Um, hey, guys," I started, nervous. "I'm Percy, I'm seventeen, and I like swimming?" It came out like a question and I sheepishly scratched at the back of my neck. Several of them were staring at me openly, obviously curious about my name or something. Luckily for me, the attention shifted to the next camper, a girl with dark brown hair and red glasses. She was chirpy and way too excited, like the counselor. There were about ten others that went, then the counselor told us it was time for bed, finally. I grabbed a spot in the bathroom, changed quickly, brushed my teeth, and hurried to my bunk. It was below another kid named Henry Lewis that apparently thought, and I quote, that "Percy Jackson will be my role model forever! He's so epic!" That freaked me out a bit, admittedly. I tossed my bag under my bed and climbed in, so tired that I barely had time to wish for no nightmares before I was completely dead to the world.