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| Chapter 1: Mommy Unites With Pluto and I Dream of Weird People |

I run my hand through my unruly, brown hair. My hair had become tangled, into nasty knots, in the previous night.

My mum - wait, when did I start calling Mommy 'mum'?

Whatever. Not the point of the story. Especially if the pencil, which I'm using to write, is all stubby, from me trying to actually write. Very difficult for a dyslexic and ADHD child.

Anyway, Mommy bustles into the room, shoving a cube of Ambrosia into my hand. "Breakfast."

Should I mention what we're in a hurry for?

My father is visiting mom after not seeing each other for four years. He left right after I was born, supposedly because my step-mom was upset that my father had an affair with another woman that wasn't her. So we wanted everything to be nice and clean.

I nibble on the square, and the taste of chocolate croissants - the ones my step-mom would make for me - filled my mouth. My step-mom isn't a fan of Mommy, but she likes sending chocolate croissants for me.

I finish my breakfast after a while, and walk to my room. The entire house feels foreign and weird to me. It's unusual for the house to be so clean and neat, while the house is normally messy, and has toys, notebooks, sketchbooks, and colored pencils scattered around.

Just as Mommy puts the last plate into the sink, there's a sharp rap at the door. Mommy jerks her head up and stares at the door, a slow smile spreading across her face.

I peek outside - the door is made out of metal and a layer of glass is on the outside, letting me be able to see what is outside when the metal door is open (it is) - and see a tall man, wearing a dark, silk suit.

His eyes are glittering golden, which match my own eyes. Somehow, on him, gold eyes look beautiful, unlike mine, that looks awkward with my golden blonde hair. I suppose my classmates do have a right to call me Golden Girl. It's not like I'm that amazing, but my hair and eyes do match the name. But I didn't ask to have both my hair and eyes to be gold. Anyway, the man's black hair has been cut shorter, but it now looks spiky, making him look like the boys with big eyes - and of course, spiky black hair - that I draw.

"Pluto!" Mommy cries, before quickly opening the glass door, and flinging herself in the man's arms.

Mommy has changed into a brand new outfit that I have never seen before. A red shawl drapes over her shoulders, and she wears a black skirt that looks like it's made from the same material is father's suit.

Father spins Mommy around, before setting her down gently, on the hard, marble floor. He then turns to me, and picks me up. "Well, look how much you've grown!" Then, dramatically, he adds, "I can barely pick you up anymore!"

I giggle. "You're so dramatic."

"Well, it runs in the family. You should see your uncle. Everyone calls him Drama Queen. He can't enter a room before making weird, thundering noises."

"You can't blame him! He's the god of thunder and lightning, and the king of the Universe," I say.

I suppose you need an explanation, huh? Too much for your little, puny brains the handle. I wonder if that means that you can come up with good puns...I'll have to ask you - who are the readers - later. If so, I'll have to ask you to give me some puns...

Anyway, I'm a demigod. Rebecca Primrose di Angelo, daughter of Pluto, at your service.

Going to give you a while for your brain to comprehend...

There. Time done. Like any other demigod, I have ADHD. Hooray! Please, note the sarcasm. Well, I suppose it helps in battle, because it saves you. Without it, you'd probably be fine, but sliced like yummy sandwich bread.

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That night, it's Father who tucks me into bed. It feels foreign. I'm used to Mommy carrying me to bed, and not Father. It still feels nice, though. To have someone else love you, besides your mommy.

But just as I fall asleep, I enter another reign of nightmares.

A girl, with black, spiky hair holds my hand. She wears ripped up jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a leather jacket.

"Run! It's me that they want," The girl says. "Luke, take them to camp!"

"Thalia! You are not sacrificing yourself! Either we die together, or not at all!" I scream in my dream.

"Exactly! Pray to the gods! Maybe they'll help!" Luke chimes in.

"Luke, how many times have we cursed the gods by now? We know that they'll do nothing! Please! Take them to camp. Grover, convince them!"

Grover whimpers, but whispers something to Luke, who huffs angrily, but compiles. He gently takes my wrist with his hand, which sends tingles down my spine. With his other hand, he grips another girl's wrist.

The other girl has long, ratty blonde hair, similar to mine. But her eyes are startling gray, and very stormy. She looks scared though.

"Come on!" Grover shouts, but I can hear his voice shake.

"No! Thalia!" I scream, even though I don't think I know her personally.

Luke drags me over to an arch, where ancient words are written on it. I can't seem to understand, but Annabeth and Luke do. They gasp in unison. "Camp Half-Blood," they both whisper.

But the words look like what English does when I'm trying to read. Floating off of the paper. Or wood, in this case.

"I, Grover Underwood, give Luke Castellan, Rebecca di Angelo, and Annabeth Chase permission to enter camp!" Grover yells over the howl of the hellhounds.

The last thing I see in the dream is Thalia turning into a pine tree.

So, the demigod dreams are starting to act up...anyone have a clue as to why she has that particular dream?

On to the question!

Question of the Day: Favorite ship in the Riordan-verse?

Answer: Anyway, for canon ships, Solangelo, Frazel and Percabeth are my favorites...

Tell me what you think

- Sofie xx

P.S. 1061words, including the author's note.