This is written by Neiges and is split into four parts! Dive right in and tell him what you think in the comments!
Nick was bored.
He spent all morning holding a book until it froze.
Then in the afternoon he was holding a copy of the same book until it froze.
I guess I should explain the freezing part.
Nick couldn’t really explain it. It just happened sometimes. He could make things freeze instantly, or concentrate really hard on it and make it freeze later.
Then there was that evening where he got extremely mad at his stepdad and thrust his hand out, intending to hit him. But for some reason, a snowflake fluttered out of it, flanked by a trail of snow. It looked like a snowflake-meteor shot out of his hand. It stopped above his stepdad’s head and showered him in a blizzard until he was no longer visible.
Then it happened.
The blizzard stopped, revealing a massive ice sculpture of… His stepdad.
Well, anyways, it was hard to concentrate on not freezing things and concentrate on reading at the same time. So he was so frustrated with the book that he threw it down. “Aah!” He screamed as he threw the book down.
He didn’t know where to go. Maybe run away. And so he decided on going on a walk around the block. Maybe that would help.
His block was on east side. He lived in New York, therefore his block was filled with apartment buildings. He loved his apartment. It had one TV, a couch, an armchair, and a small rug. He also had his room which was used by his step-step-dad when Nick went to boarding school. Also in the apartment: his stepmom’s room, the bathroom, and the kitchen.
His mom was a stepmom because he had been an orphan. Nick also had dyslexia and ADHD too. He grew up in alleys, streets, and sewers. Then the Mrs. Hailey from the Willow Orphanage found him and took him to the orphanage.
Mrs. Hailey was nice. Not like Miss Hannigan in ‘Annie’. She loved all the orphans and took good care of them. When he was 6, a married couple came and took him to their house.
Then when he was 8 he accidentally froze his stepfather. Then he got his Stepstepfather when he was 9. Both parents were nice.
So Nick decided to go out and take a walk. It was dark right now and lots of streetlights were on. Now Nick didn’t scare easy. He was a New Yorker. But today was… Different. There was an odd chill in the air, sort of a foul presence around. When he was halfway around the block, something grabbed him.
“I’ve got to get you to camp half-blood,” he said seriously.
I shouted out, “I don’t have any money, I swear!”
It probably wasn’t the right thing to do, but blame my ADHD. I said, this time more silently, “Who are you, and what is camp half-blood?!”
“I am Grover Underwood, and I am from the Council of Cloven Elders. I am not going to hurt you. And camp half-blood is a place for people like you,” he said reassuringly.
I said, “You mean troubled kids. Mentally disturbed kids.”
He responded, “No, not for troubled kids. For half human, half god kids.”
Continue to… Part 2 of the God of Snow: Camp Half Blood