Miller's story

Yeah!

Three gorgons burst out of the classroom, disguised as lunch ladies. Snakes hiss, poking their heads through the gorgons' hairnets. I draw my swords and flex my awesome muscles.
Oh Yeah! Keep 'em coming!
Slice!
First gorgon.
Jab!
Second gorgon.
"Leave some for us!" Charlie complains.
I shake the silver symbols from my eyes (if you don't understand the last sentence read My Life at Camp Half Blood)
"Sorry! I was on a roll there." But I let them kill the last one.
We step over piles of monster flakes and disembodied snake heads to where a brown-haired demigod is taped to a chair. The ends of her hair are died blue and she has freckles scattered across her nose that match her hair. But you can never be sure.
"Do you bite?" I ask cautiously.
"Ella! You could at least be nice. This girl has been through a lot." Piper looks kindly at the girl.
The girl stares at me with soft brown eyes. "Did you know that if you lick someone's elbow, they can't feel it?" She giggles creepily.
Charlie and I laugh, but Piper scowls."It's the trauma." She says, cutting at the tape with her dagger.
"Are you demigods?" The girl asks.
"Yup." I say, glad that the explaining is over with. "Now move it. I could've sworn I saw a Minotaur outside..."
"Are Minotaurs ticklish?" The girl, Miller, asks thoughtfully as we run back along the tiled hallways.
"I don't want to find out." Grimaces Charlie.