Taking a peek at campers diary entries!
My name is Luciano De Luca.
I bought this book out of impulse and I guess I’m going to start writing down my feelings in here or whatever. Alex said it’s healthy to maintain a diary and Alex is usuallly right … BUT he also did say that around four years ago and things might’ve changed y’know? However, I do miss ranting about everything to him so I guess this book is my new Alex now. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
I figured out I was a child of Apollo at Camp Jupiter around 8 years ago when I was 16… but I also figured out I wasn’t a child of his Roman counterpart. Ever since then, I always felt like I didn’t belong… but there was this boy who always defended me. His name was Alex. He was a legacy of Mars. He was always stone-faced and brash but I still liked talking to him. We spent years doing all sorts of crazy things there but on his 21st birthday, I noticed a change.
He stopped wanting to play practical jokes on people and became super serious and BORING. And he told me to start taking things more seriously. I tried but, shooting arrows and doing the same thing every single day became boring really fast, especially since Alex started growing more distant from me. Then one day, he told me to go back to where I belonged and stopped talking to me. Like, forever. It kinda hurt. I didn’t let that affect me. I decided it was time to actually do what I was told.
So I left.
I spent some time traveling with this theater troupe across the country. I had this talent of performing and the troupe loved me. I was used to doing crazy stunts at Camp Jupiter and I had an amazing voice so I fit right in. Then, one day, we arrived in New York. One thing led to another and now I’m here at this Greek demigod camp. Alex had told me about its existence before but I didn’t want to leave my only friend behind. Life changes, I guess.
And for the good too! Life here is great. I get to do theater everyday, teach it even, and eat good food and have cute pets and everything. But wow, is it lonely? I mean, I love being by myself. I’m amazing. I can do amazing things…. But it sucks when there’s no one there to watch. And cheer you on. It sucks when I can’t boast about how amazing I am to anyone.
Well, I tried. This diary thing isn’t working.I just feel more sad now. In the trash this goes.
I bought this book out of impulse and I guess I’m going to start writing down my feelings in here or whatever. Alex said it’s healthy to maintain a diary and Alex is usuallly right … BUT he also did say that around four years ago and things might’ve changed y’know? However, I do miss ranting about everything to him so I guess this book is my new Alex now. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
I figured out I was a child of Apollo at Camp Jupiter around 8 years ago when I was 16… but I also figured out I wasn’t a child of his Roman counterpart. Ever since then, I always felt like I didn’t belong… but there was this boy who always defended me. His name was Alex. He was a legacy of Mars. He was always stone-faced and brash but I still liked talking to him. We spent years doing all sorts of crazy things there but on his 21st birthday, I noticed a change.
He stopped wanting to play practical jokes on people and became super serious and BORING. And he told me to start taking things more seriously. I tried but, shooting arrows and doing the same thing every single day became boring really fast, especially since Alex started growing more distant from me. Then one day, he told me to go back to where I belonged and stopped talking to me. Like, forever.
So I left.
I spent some time traveling with this theater troupe across the country. I had this talent of performing and the troupe loved me. I was used to doing crazy stunts at Camp Jupiter and I had an amazing voice so I fit right in. Then, one day, we arrived in New York. One thing led to another and now I’m here at this Greek demigod camp. Alex had told me about its existence before but I didn’t want to leave my only friend behind. Life changes, I guess.
And for the good too! Life here is great. I get to do theater everyday, teach it even, and eat good food and have cute pets and everything.
Well, I tried. This diary thing isn’t working.
Luciano De Luca
