Dis part 2: HADES'S WRATH

Duncan REALLY Annoys me

Okay, I know I said it was the end.
But it wasn't. Not quite.
I had been back at camp for about a week when one day a young camper from The Hermes cabin comes rushing into my cabin.
"Uh, is there a harpy here?" He asks, looking around confusedly.
I slide off my bunk, groaning. "You mean me. I'm Ella, not the &$@# harpy!"
The boy looks taken aback. "I do have an excellent vocabulary of Greek curse words." I offer helpfully while Annabeth laughs.
The boy soon recovers. "There's a phone call for you."
Now, having a phone is dangerous for a demigod. It's like wearing a sign over your neck that says, 'eat me, monsters! Come and get me!'. So this phone call must be pretty important for me to be able to take it. I wonder who it is as I slip on a pair of flip-flops and follow the boy to the Big House.
It's a great day,with a cloudless blue sky and the smell of strawberries weaving through the air like music. I pass some of the demigods I'm training, Noelle, Dylan, Georgia and Kansas, at the Archery Practice place (whatever it's called). Jemma is probably sulking in her cabin; the children of Hades are having a really hard time now that their father has gone over to the 'dark side' (I am your father Luke, bwa ha ha!). She and Nico have been fighting Chaos's pull ever since we returned from our trip to Dis and even though they don't admit it, it's wearing at them, and I don't know how much longer they can hold out.
Nevertheless, I say, "Nice one!" as Noelle sends a particularly good shot, just missing the bullseye, and I smile like, "You're good, sis, but I'm BETTER."
We reach the big house and there's this weird moment where Chiron holds out an old flip-top cellphone to me, but I snatch it and hastily put it to my ear.
"Hello? Ella?"
It's my mom's voice. Not Athena, but the one I've known my whole life. I can't stop thinking of her as my mom, and I don't want to. Also, if I stop being nice to her, she might tell the other campers about my large collection of stuffed animals. :(
"Mom? Is someone dead?" I ask breathlessly.
"No, it's different, but I thought...because of certain situations...you might want to know..."
I let out a sigh of relief. No one's dead. But what could be important enough for her to call me at camp like this?
Then it starts.
The lawn mower. Why do we need a lawn mower? I DON'T KNOW! But there it went. Someone...er, Duncan...started to mow the lawn in front of the big house, a few feet away from where I stand on the porch. My mom's words are drowned out by its annoying buzzing.
"I'm sorry *hinthint*, but I couldn't HEAR YOU!" I yell, but Duncan doesn't seem to hear. Maybe the roar of the mower is too loud, or maybe he was just being annoying.
Either way, I can't change what happens next.