Helena had been resting on Jack's bunk since he hadn't come back yet and it was a lot easier to stay on the bottom of their two bunks that on her own top. Looking at the planks of wood above her head, Helena bit her lip. There was always a song in her head but she was so tired from waiting and the rain kept changing the tune in her mind that it was difficult to focus.
Then again when you're a half-blood, when is it not hard to focus on something?
That was when a voice cut into the silence of the cabin and piqued Helena's interest. It was one of her half-sisters, not someone Helena recognized but of course she felt like she knew her anyways. After all they shared the same Father.
She was singing and had an idea for pretty interesting game that Helena thought she could get into. Of course it was ironic lyrics her sister had chosen since one of the first things Helena learnt coming to Camp Half-Blood was that most demi-gods did die young. Looking over and pushing herself up so that she was on the edge of Jack's bunk her distinctly French voice broke in next.
"young and reckless.
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best.
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense"