Post by Sophia Greene on Aug 9, 2010 19:46:19 GMT -5
Prolog: Okay so I was a bit bored and decided to do this for my lil Sophie. This story is about her first year at camp. So its going to be a bit different. I'll keep adding parts (1, 2 etc.) until I think its time to end. I hope you all like it!
The Beginning
Part 1
I had never given much thought to having a father. But who really cared? Right now at this moment I didn’t care. I had my mother and that’s all that I need. Or so I thought. Growing up in a Christian home was just where my mother put me. Even if I still loved Greek Mythology always. Ever since I could remember I would look up at the sky knowing that something was amazing about it. Even if it was in books. One god I noticed my mother fancied was Apollo. God of the Sun. As for me? I never had a favorite, I just didn’t care for Ares god of war. War was never a thing I fancied.
Looking out the window, I noticed the sun was extra bright. Okay. That was weird. Meaning to say it only did that when something major was going to happen with my life. It reminded me of about four years ago. When I met my birth mother, Angie. I was twelve when I met her. Yes, that means that Anna is not my mother, but adoptive mother. I still love her though. Any whos sorry about that. My stupid ADHD must be kicking in but back to the story.
According to Angie this is how it happened. I was just born and with out having a father or husband or such she just couldn’t do it. That’s how I ended up in Sally Andersen Orphanage in Northern Illinois. Along with about five hundred or so other kids and some nuns. Yeah that was fun. Lucky instead of growing up there like some of the older kids, I only had to stay there for two years.
The first time I saw her and met her we looked the same. Like she could be my real mother. Dark shoulder length brown hair and soft bright green eyes. She took me in and that’s how I ended up in Greenville, Illinois. Sophia Marie Jones. That’s me. It seemed everything was falling into place. Though I had ADHD and some other problems I was smart, so school (most of the time) hadn’t been a problem. I have lived in Greenville all my life since then as been amazing, up until I reached sixth grade. That’s when things began to get weird.
My mother, Anna, worked for a company that sent her all over the place and that forced me to live with her grandparents. It was always terrible for her then. Since I never knew who my father was at a young age, my grandmother thought of me a little demon and never looked me in the face. My grandfather on the other hand would go out for hours somewhere. Because of this disliking, I always thought and knew something was missing and something was wrong.
On the work line, is where my mother, Anna met Lucas Greene my uh “new father.” The only thing Lucas and I had in common was music. He was a manger for the band *The Letter Red. The common thing was it was music. I preferred classical. He preferred rock. Yeah, not a mixture you wanted in a house hold. Other then that he was really nice and most of the time we did get along well.
It wasn’t until I turned twelve when I realized that I was different. More then different. I ended up finding out who my birth mom was. Right away we found out that we were and looked alike. We got along great, surprisingly. (That was also the same year I picked up a bow. Something I always liked and fell in love with.) It would be every other weekend when we would get together and just talk. Nothing was mentioned about my father until a year later when I asked.
When Angie explained, I thought it was a joke. A story. Like one of my many fairy tell books. Like Anna, Angie loved Apollo. And how it was explain was this. Apollo had loved my mother’s voice -both of them. Anna and Angie. Surprisingly though, Anna was not able to conceive. Hint adoption.- It was kind and gentle. None of it made since. It was until I was sitting at my piano with nothing better to do - as Anna and Lucas went out for the night. As I played the lights went out except from the living room I was in. It came from the corner of the piano which made me jump and backed away, to turn and hide. He spoke to me her and I froze. I knew that voice. After thirteen years I still knew.
“Father.” That was that. We talked for less then five minutes. And then nothing. I now knew all of what my mother said was true. After that, my life became well how to put it bad then kept shifting for the worse. I owe Lucas my life, and his shot gun. It turns out those weekends my parents where doing alone was taking mother to the hospital for the past few years. That’s where she was at now in the hispital. I couldn’t wait to see her once class got…
“Sophia Greene! Quit daydreaming and pay attention! This is the last time I’m going to tell you!” Mrs. Appleton yelled, drawing me back to reality. “What? Oh… Sorry Mrs. Appleton..” I replied sitting up in my seat. Mrs. Appleton was a uptight prissy skinny woman who always had her hair up in a tight bun. She had bright but faded red hair with grey streaks. “Now as I was saying… blah blah blah.” Okay she didn’t really say Blah blah blah but that’s what I got from her. Hey I was not the only person not paying attention! I hated History. When was Latin? Reading?
The day had been very long but atleast it was Friday! Boarding schools here in New York was just bad and I didn’t like it at all. Mainly because I could only come home on the weekends if I choose to. That and I hardly had friends. Just some who was in Choir and on archery team but other then that. None. I ran to the hospital. The place that would taire my whole world apart.
My mother had fought and waited until I was there, then she left. Like an angel in the night. The Underworld was where she was at now. This was so much worse then getting chased every once and awhile by blood thirsty monsters for about three years now. All I had left of hers was a locket. Lucas had turned crazy and would never talked nor look at. Finally about three years later I got sick of it and ran. At least I was done with High School, right? That was a plus.
Now fate had led me here. Well actually my father, Apollo had. There it was. Half-blood hill. A place for Demi-gods. A place I feel I finally belong. Sad to say I found out there were hardly siblings for me. Well not yet. Hopefully. I finally found myself here.