Breathe. [open; if you may post, post relatively long.]

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Her eyes darken, slightly fading, to the mucky brown that reminds her of mud. Her hair, straightened, greasy and full of unnecessary shine, hangs loosely and lazily on her shoulders. Her shirt, dampened from the pouring rain, sticks to her pasty russet skin. Her simple blue skinny jeans, worn and torn, rubs aganist her thighs, gives her a rash, from the rain falling. She looks like trash, especially for an Aphrodite child, yet she doesn't care, although her fellow halfs may.

Brenna, scrolling through her playlist, settles on a semi-old Avril song, Nobody's Home. It's not typically a song to dance to in the mix of the raining snow. She twirls, in the midst of mumbling the lyrics. Snow melts quickly on her hairs, causing her to freeze over, probably from not giving hell about wearing her fleece coat and only a relatively short-sleeved wet white tee, showing her skin and sports bra underneath.

She breathes in softly, looking to the sky above her, attempting to believe a better tomorrow, but as of now, she's at peace with herself.

I look at the girl and laugh. I'm wearing nothing but a thing jacket, my camp half-blood shirt, and some running shorts. "I'm guessing you aren't from Minnesota?" I say, teasingly. "I'm Chase, son of Hermes. I was looking for my friend, but, hey. I've got time." I watch the snow flakes fall around me, and I long for my home back in Minnesota, minus my abusive mother. Seeing the snow brings back bitter-sweet memories. I breath in deeply and turn to her. "You are?"

They walked into the forest. The girl listen for the slightest noises. One of them stepped on a twin. And the girl jumped back and hid behind the boy she was with. She didn't really like the forest that well.

Rosetta was the one who jumped back. She jumped back behind her twin brother, Terrance. Rosetta said, "What in the world was that?" She tensed behind her brother and tried to see over her brother's shoulder. Even with her high-heels she was too short.

Terrance slowly looked back at his twin sister, Rosetta. He rolled his eyes so she could see him do so. Se said, "That was a twig snapping, Miss. Had to wear High-heels."

"They make me look taller! Don't roll your eyes at me."

I walked slowly over. I looked around for anything interesting. Well, I saw four people. I saw the Aphrodite girl I had seen before, and two other Aphrodite children. I also saw a boy who introduced himself as a son of Hermes. Okay, cool. I walked over to the group. "Hi, I'm Ariadne, daughter of Athena."

I smiledat Ariadne. "Hey." Then I look at the second Aphrodite girl. I flash my special "Hermes Smile" at her and cross my arms. "Anyone here single?" I joke. To prove that I didn't mean anything, I laugh, but I then start to cough. It made me seem old. "Anyway . . ." I say blushing. I so was not good with people.

"I know that was a joke, but I am." I said, laughing. I smiled at the two Aphrodite kids. I leaned against a tree. I pulled out my sword and sharpened it.

I looked at her sword. It was impressive, but I still liked mine. I pulled off my sunglasses and pressed the nose bridge. It quickly turned into my sword, and I stroked it's edge. It was sharp, so I managed to cut myself. "Great! Now I'm bleeding!" I wave my hand around and blood splashes into the snow. I raise an eyebrow as my blood melts the snow and reveals vibrant, green grass. "Huh, that's weird." But I'm distracted by the pain in my hand. "Oh, gods! It feels like a bad paper cut!" I curse in Ancient Greek and stuff my finger in my mouth. It doesn't help, but at this point, I didn't care.