nicodiangelo17

As Nico walked along the side of the road, rain fell in heavy torrents, soaking him. Like he cared. His jacket kept him somewhat dry, but the rest of him was soaking wet. His shoes squelched in the wet mud as he walked towards...wherever he was going. Just to get away from Camp Jupiter. That was his only goal. A cold wind hit him like a slap to the face and he staggered backwards. Rubbing his eyes, he kept going. Suddenly he remembered what he carried in his coat pocket. Eager to get it out, he looked for someplace to shelter him from the rain. He managed to find a phone booth, and he sat down in it. He knew it wouldn't take his currency of m