I woke up with the taste of peanut butter in my mouth. Elena was staring at my face with a worried expression on her face.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Uh...yeah..." I answered confused.
I couldn't remember what happened earlier until my brain started to function properly again. I backed away from her when I remembered the incident at the Gift Shop earlier.
"Why you punched me?" I asked.
She looked at me as if I was Priscilla "Monster-Stlye".
"Why would I punch you, Amelia?" she asked without answering my question first.
"You were different." I stated. "You had goat legs...you had Pipes...you were different!"
"Amelia, what are you talking about?" she asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"You punched me!" I yelled. "And you're not going to say your sorry? And what happened to Priscilla?!"
"Priscilla?" she said her name in a bewildered tone.
"Yeah, Priscilla! The one that turned into that thing? What was it by the way?" I asked.
"Amelia, who is this Priscilla?" asked Elena.
I stared at her. How can she forget the girl who almost killed me?
"Priscilla! Priscilla!" I insisted. "She's fifteen! Turned into this weird monster that tried to eat my flesh?!"
"You're trip must have made you imagine things!" she noted.
"My trip?" I asked confused. "You punched me! How did I trip if you punched me?!"
"You triped down the stairs while carrying a laundry basket to the laundry room." she explained some more.
"NO!" I denied. "I was at the Gift Shop with PRISCILLA, and I was going to buy you a present for your 21st birthday!"
"My birthday is in two months from now, Amelia!" she explained. "That trip must have really affected you badly!"
"Why you keep insisting that I tripped?! I wasn't even near the laundry room! I wasn't holding any laundry basket! I was at the Gift Shop! And your birthday is TODAY!" I yelled.
"You need to rest." she decided. "I'll see you later."
And with that, she left the Girl's room and closed the door behind her. I was alone in the room. There were ten beds at each side of the room, same as the Boy's bedroom. I couldn't believe that Elena was trying to influence me on believing something that didn't even happen! Priscilla did exist! She did turn into a hiddeous monster with a pale skin, donkey right leg and a bronze left leg. And Elena did punch me on the face! Maybe she felt guilty in confessing what she did, so she lied to me. But it can't be. Elena is honest. She would never make up a lie like that to cover up something that she did! Something is going on. And I will find out, or my name isn't Amelia Johnson!

*****

Later that afternoon, I went down the laundry room and did my afternoon chores. I met up with Mr. Colhert and gathered up all the courage deep down inside me to walk up to him and ask him a question.
"Mr. Colhert." I called him.
"What do you want, kid?" he asked(more like snapped!).
"Do you know a fifteen year old girl named Priscilla?" I asked him.
I was hoping he would answer something like, Of course I do! I've known Priscilla since she was a baby! But unfortunately, his answer wasn't what I expected to be.
"What are you talkin' 'bout, kid?!" he snapped. "I don't know this Priscilla, in fact, I never heard of this Priscilla!"
"But she said she was here in this Orphanage ever since!" I explained.
"Then you must be goin' crazy, kid!" he assumed. " 'Cause there ain't no Priscilla in my Orphanage!"
I wanted to yell at his fat face! But then again, I don't remember her being here before...so I just went back to do my chores.

I went down the laundry room, and I found Ms. Brooks. She was a woman of 50 years old, and she wore her gray hair in a bun. She also wore a really long skirt, white button down shirt that is tucked in the shirt and a green sweater over it. Ms. Brooks was the nicest lady in the Orphanage ever! She always fed me cookies--even though they would give me food poison--but she was really nice to be with.
"Hi Ms. Brooks!" I called.
Ms. Brooks turned around so fast I thought she would trip.
"Why hello, Honey!" she called back, real sweet.
"Hey, can you help me with the laundry?" I asked her.
"Sure thing, Honey." she answered, taking the basket.
When she grabbed the basket, her nails dugg into the skin of my hands.
"Ouch!" I shouted.
"Are you okay, honey?" she asked, worried.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I said, examining the scratch.
They were bleeding like crazy! I tore two pieces of cloth from my T-shirt and wrapped them around my hands.
"Gee, Ms. Brooks!" I laughed. "You sure have a firm grip.
She crackled, which was kind of weird. The she began to morph.
"No way." I whispered.
I was thinking she would change into that monster Priscilla did, but instead she changed into somehting else. She changed into a wrinkly hag with wings like bat wings, her eyes her bloody red, and it covered her whole eyes. She showed her gruesome yellow, cavity filled fangs.
"Yikes!" I yelped.
"Come here, Honey!" she called. "Come closer!"
"Get away from me you freak!" I shouted and I ran towards the exit.
But she quickly blocked my path. Her hiss was so gross, it took all of my willpower to not puke in that instant! I ran towards the other side of the Laundry room, but I was running so fast and weird-like, I triped over the laundry basket and fell down. I glanced to my right, Haggy the Bat was gaining on me. As I was thinking about my last words, a guy appeard out of no where! At first I thought it was one of those Half-Human Half-Goat people, but as I got a closer look, he had human legs, so I was relieved. The guy came in front of me and stabbed the Bat thing with a big bronze, gold-like, sword. The Bat thing let out a painful hiss and dissolved in think air. I layed there disbeliefed. He turned to me. I later noticed his features, he has black hair, and sea-green eyes. He wore an orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD in big bold capital letters, kaki pants, and sneakers. He also wore a bead necklace around his neck.
He helped me up.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah...I guess." I decided. "Who are you?"
"I'm Percy." he said. "And you need to come with me."
"Where?" I asked him.
"Camp Half-Blood." he answered.
"Where is that?"
"Long Island."
"Long Island?!" I shouted. "But that's like, miles and miles away from here! We need a freakin' boat to get there!"
"Or a Hellhound!" he mentioned.
"A what?"
"Do you know Greek Myhtology?"
"Like...Hercules?" I asked him.
"Yes." he answered. "He's real."
I wanted to slap him. Who does he think he is? Convincing me that Hercules is real? Heck, no!
"Yeah, and Santa Clause is my dad!" I snapped at him.
"Wait, no! Listen! The Greek Gods are real!" he cried. "Zeus, Hera, Posideon, they're all real!"
"Oh Em Gee!" I shouted. "Who else is real? The Easter Bunny?"
"You have to believe me!"
"What if I don't?"
"If you don't believe me," he began. "then explain how that Fur--Kindly One, almost killed you?"
"Kindly One?" I snorted. "Listen, that thing wasn't very kind to me at all!"
"I have to call them that, it 'cause--never mind, I'll tell you later." he said. "But the point is, you have to believe me, what kind of reason do you think that Kindly One was attacking you? Or that Empousai?"
"Empousai?" I asked.
"That thing Priscilla was." he explained.
I was shocked. How did he know about that Priscilla incident?
"How do you know Priscilla?" I asked him.
"Never mind." he breathed and he grabbed my wrist.
"Let go of me!" I shouted.
I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that Mr. Collhert or Elena would come down and rescue me from this physco guy that insist that Greek Mythology is real! But as we came upstairs, I saw nobody. No one was in the Orphanage. Mr. Collhert wasn't there, Elena wasn't there, none of the Orphans were there.
"Where is everybody?" I asked.
"Let's just say I convinced them to leave." I answered.
"You kidnapped them?!" I yelled.
But he didn't answer. Instead, he kept dragging me until we came across this really big dog. And by big I mean HUGE! Size of a five story building, and wider than a Football Field! It was a black Labrador with a pink collar.
"Hey there, Mrs. O'Leary!" Percy called to the dog.
"WOOF!" he barked, which made my ears ring.
"Take us to Camp Half-Blood!" he ordered the dog.
Percy climbed up the dog, then he streched out his hand to help me climb up the dog.
The dog barked and ran up to a building. I was about he freak out when we went straight into the building's shadow. I can't remember what happened next, but all I remember was blinding speed and scary shadows mourning at me.