Skylar Jennex & the Sons of Apollo: Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1
Skylar Ethan Jennex screamed. He was cold and clammy. It took him a minute to realise he had awoken. "Just a dream," Skylar muttered, breathing a sigh of relief. His heavy breathing was soothed as he scanned his surroundings, and felt a surge of relief - he was in his cabin at Camp Half-Blood. Skylar checked his digital wristwatch - it was half past ten. He'd slept it, and no one had thought to wake him. He forced himself out of bed, knowing summer would soon come to an end. His bangs felt plastered to his forehead. He had pasty skin, short brown hair and blue eyes; he was a fair height and weight as well. Skylar glanced at the bunk bed across from him. Usually, this was where the campers in the Hermes cabin put their extra baggage and weapons. But that day, there was another half-blood sleeping there. She was an undetermined twelve-year-old, on the verge of turning thirteen. Skyler hadn't stayed awake long enough the night before to learn her name. It didn't matter much to him, anyway. They were off to school soon, and unless she was a daughter of Hermes, which Skylar doubted, he wouldn't need to know her.

"Jennex!" Skylar heard someone call. Skylar stumbled out to the cabin door. Someone knew I was still asleep here, but didn't bother waking me up 'til now, the eleven-year-old thought irritably, wondering who was at the door. The thirteen-year-old sleeping on the bottom bunk next to his turned over, but decided it wasn't worth getting out of bed.