Hidden Behind the Pen

Sooo this is a very long one shot I haven't finished.

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"Alright, everybody," Chiron said, scooting into his wheel chair. "Now that we have made friends with Camp Jupiter and the giant war is over, I think it's good that we have pen pals!"

We all sighed. Even if we have are on good terms with Camp Jupiter, it's just the seven that are. The rest of us are still uncomfortable with them. But writing to them? No thanks. They all still seem like jerks, especially after they attacked Camp Half-Blood.

My name is Ezroe. I'm 16 and a son of Apollo. I came to Camp Half-Blood just days after the Titan war. Then, when Camp Jupiter came to attack Camp Half-Blood, I had been beaten so badly, I almost lost feelings in my legs. Since then, I never liked Camp Jupiter. And this pen pal whatever won't make me.

Chiron brought a big glass jar filled with what seemed like a thousand names in it. He one by one went to each table. When it came to me, I closed my eyes and picked out a girl named Emily, a daughter of Venus. Great. The stuck-up offspring of Venus. She'll probably just gossip or compliment herself in the letters or harass me. Typical of them.

In my letter, I just put down an introduction about myself. Here it was:

I tried being as nice as possible without trying to sound really boring, but I doubt it worked. Whatever. I'm probably not even going to bother to reply to her, when she writes back.

The next day, I checked the mail boxes and I got my letter from her:

She seems like a really nice girl, I thought. But why would she be ugly? She's a daughter of Venus. But I guess I shouldn't get mad. Better than her bragging about it, although.

The next day, when I walked in to the mess hall, everyone was discussing about the letters.

"My penpal is a jerk," my buddy, James said. He explained that his penpal was a son of Mars who only talked about how strong he was.

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"My penpal is boring! All he talks about is the giant war and how much better the Romans are!" my other friend, Damon said. "What about you, Ezroe?" he turned to me. "My penpal is a daughter of Venus." I replied, which they laughed at.

"Man, I'm sorry, that's even worse than mine!" James laughed. "What, does she say? How gorgeous she is, and how ugly you are and all that crap?"

"No, surprisingly." I laughed with them. "She actually said she wasn't that pretty. I don't know why, though. All Aphrodite girls are pretty here, at least." I gradually mumbled the words. "But they're all still asses."

"Speaking of asses," Damon began. "One of the Venus girls called someone an ass. Maybe it's just your penpal who isn't an ass." I figured that that was probably true. It actually seemed like she was even the only nice child there.

After I finished my eating, I headed down to my