Daughter of the Hearth

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At first, my life was weird. Then it got weirder.I guess I should explain. My name is Amara Johnson. I live with my father, in our apartment in Manhattan. I go to Goode High School. I don't know who my mother is, but my father says that she "couldn't raise me."Whatever.Doesn't matter anyway.My dad doesn't even keeps pictures of her in the house, even though he says that I look just like my mother. Apparently we both have the same auburn hair, pale skin, and amber eyes. The only thing I remember of my mother is her looking down on me and smiling.Hmm, I got off track again, my dad says I do that a lot. Well, let's get back to telling you about the craziest day of my life."How was your last day of school, honey?" My dad asks during dinner.I look up from my book."It was fine,"I say, not mentioning that the kids at school bullied me today. Usually my Englishteacher, Mr. Blofis, makes them stop, but since today is the last day of school, he's out with his step-son that graduated this year, Percy Jackson.In other words, one of the only kids at school that doesn't bully me."Your 13th birthday's next week," Dad reminds me, attempting to lighten the mood. I smile, thankful for his attempts to cheer me up.After dinner, I snuggled up on the beanbag next to the fireplace with my book.I can't exactly explain it, but I always feel calmer and more peaceful there.Late that night I woke up to a loud banging on my window. My eyes quickly open in shock.Dad runs into the room and when he sees the shadow on my window, hidden behind the curtains, his voice is shaky,"Amara, we have to go."I nod, frightened. When we get to the door I find myself face to face with the one and only, Percy Jackson."C'mon," He sounded out of breath."Where?""A safe place for people like us."Dad looked at me. "It's here for you. It won't hurt me. GO!"I reluctantly follow Percy to who knows where.

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Daughter of the Hearth

-Chapter One-

|| Continued in Chapter Two ||