Hera Cabin Ballot Box

thoughts can bloom,

back to the street, down to our feet. Losing the feeling of feeling unique. Do you know what I mean? Back to the place where we used to stay. Man, it feels good to feel this way. now I know what I mean.---------------------------

Toby wasn't normally one to push himself forward for things. He preferred to step back and let others take charge. However, since his little sister Bonnie had recieved her first mobile phone and had taken a shine to texting him about all the stuff she'd been getting up to in school, all the Ballet medals she had won, all the songs she had learned on the flute. He was so proud of his little Bon Bon; he wanted to make her feel proud too. Whilst she had no idea whatsoever what on Earth Camp Half Blood was, if he could come back and tell her that he was a cabin leader at his summer camp, then he hoped she would be proud of him. And that's all that mattered; that she was proud of her big brother for doing something worth while, even if it meant stepping into the spotlight for once. He closed his eyes briefly, finalizing his decision before writing down his name and god parent on the scrap of paper. His boyish, scruffy handwriting was tucked up into a corner, just large enough to read. Toby walked over to the box, and slipped the paper in, forgetting to fold the piece. Now all he had to do was wait.