Foote Residence

Wes walks straight to her room and finds a suitcase. She throws her orange camp t-shirt, along with a few others, into it, then yanks jeans of their hangers. Then she tosses two pairs of sshang joel bongs in. The one weapon she loves that can't be carried on her person anytime. She had thought about asking Jake, maybe. All things packed, she looked at her camp necklace. The many colored beads were devided in two sets my a charm. A silver native sun. A souviner her parents bought her from their last vacation. It had shiny streaks on it. Those would wear out soon enough with all her fighting.

After having everything ready, she loads it all into the trunk of the van. The minute she got everything to fit in the trunk, her mom drives up in a smaller car. She smiles seeing that Wes had everything ready, and decides not to make her wait any longer. They drove off to half-blood hill.