When you're seven, you usually had done a lot of things. Learn to ride your bike. Learn some more about math. For me? I met a goddess. Nothing to celebrate. What? Why are you staring at me like that. [ OW! I know, geez, just trying to have a conservation..] Sorry I just got kicked by-well you'll meet them later... Any way I need to back track a little bit. HHMM... [Don't you dare kick me!] It was a normal day, or normal for me any way. I saw people come out of streams and trees. Bloody TREES! Do you know how confused I was? My life sucked [OW! WHAT DID I SAY EARLIER?] Right, I was home from school and, finding my mom taking a booze snooze, was outside. Going to my favorite house. Nobody lived there, but I loved it nonetheless. The backyard was overgrown, but today I found it filled with different flowers, fruits and herbs. I stared at it in wonder. Who did this? I thought. Millions of others followed. I placed my hands on the fence, finding it had new wood and coat of paint? creak. I jumped at the sound of the back door opening. I turn to see a young woman leaving her house with couple of books under her arms. "Why hello dear. Do you like my garden?" She gestures with her free arm. I nod. She smiles. She's really pretty. Is my first though about her. But it was true. She had warm brown eyes and a natural tan. She wore a white dress with a necklace.
" Would you like to come in?" I jumped when she said that. I was looking at her books. The Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mockingbird and... The Iliad? The strange thing was they were all classics'
" Um.. No thanks." I replied nervously. " In my garden, not my house!" She laughed. It was the type of laugh that made everything all right. I smiled.I shrugged and she unlocked the gate. I held out my hand." I'm Ivy, by the way." She puts her books down and shakes my hand. " I'm Ms. H, It's nice to meet you, Ivy." She says with a sunny smile on her face. Her long black hair is tied in a pony tail. We talk and I tell her about the people coming out of trees and rivers. She tell me about how she grew up with Greek myths. I look at her necklace as she tell the tale of Odysseus.
Why does she have a necklace with a lightning bolt on it?
" I like your necklace," I say after she finishes the story. Ms. H looked down at her necklace surprised that she still had it. " Oh this? This was a gift from my... siblings." I nod, like I understand, which of course I didn't. " It's made out of thunder eggs, so it's really special to me." She says coming out of her thoughts. I shrug. "Why'd they give it to you?" I ask. [ No I don't have ADHD!] She doesn't answer right away " To remind me I guess..." She doesn't look at me in the eye. " Remind you of what?" I ask warily.
" Of my place."
My life only got weirder from then on.
Please note: NO this is NOT a fanfiction book For Percy Jackson. Reviews are welcomed of course, BUT I need some help with writing so go ahead and hate on me, it's just creative critism. I do like Percy Jackson and stuff but there were some flaws that I couldn't deal. There is a camp, Hunters and monsters, but things will change as we progress....