Chapter 3- Jemima

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She scribbled down some notes, then finished her homework. She looked up, her storm grey eyes, gleaming with melancholy. There were numerous layers of emotions behind them, all suppressed. She sighed and headed to the kitchen and when she looked out of the window to the glistening seawater. She rubbed her temples, had she really seen a tiny wave coming towards her while arguing with Aquatia? No, you are just seeing things, she tried to convince herself. Indeed, she was ADHD, she saw the smallest details and registered EVERY.SINGLE.THING. It got extremely annoying at times when she remembered things she didn't really want to remember. Merely a hallucination, she brushed it off.

Jemima then realized. There were no groceries left at home. I guess I'll just have to order takeout then. She grabbed her wallet and phone walked down the bustling street. Till when will I have to keep eating this greasy takeout food? When will I get to have a fresh, homecooked meal? Her father was always at work, and she'd rather not  talk about her mother. Her irritating neighbor/classmate, Aquatia, excelled at cooking. How great was her life? Alas, when... you are someone... like her... you don't get a happy life. What can I say. 

As she walked in through the street, she couldn't help but thinking about what had happened. could it be possible? She didn't know. UGH. I guess it makes sense. There were many demigods in the area... 

NO. I don't! Want to think about this! But with her brain. It just continued swirling in the back of her mind. Giving her reasons to believe it was true for some reason. Maybe deep. Deep  down, she felt bad for the kid.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 13, 2021 ⏰

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