The Goddess Kin

Aphrodite's great grand daughter

You see the title but what you don't know is the story.....

Well....

This is where it begins....

Chapter 1

Die boys! I mean no offense but seriously! Give a girl space! Most boys at my school are rude, hover over you, are annoying, mean, non-spacial, did I mention they're annoying? Oh....well they are! WHY AM I YELLING, SCREAMING, WHATEVER!? 

I'm ticked to the verge of tickation or.... Whatever!!! 

I politely tell them to go away, what an idiot I am to try, I yell, they laugh thinking I'm joking, I tell a teacher and they take care of it, the boys take it as me messing with them!!! 

Sorry random freak out....

>:-(       +_+

Well since my flip out is over, it's the end of summer, 2013. The beach is..... Well:

My golden-brown everlastingly blowing hair whips at my skin. I face the ocean. My teeth show and mold in to a white smile. The slow dancing of evening waves clash together and form as one slash of sea foam. This is supposedly from whom my family started. Being the heir of a goddess takes a lot out of me. 

But I don't know yet, about it all. 

I don't know yet in present time. 

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Present time: 

I'm not exactly normal.... I live in a mental facility/prison. Or as I call it "The loony bin." 

My mom and dad are divorced and my mom's side of the family, it's history disappeared off the face of the earth. My dad is MOSTLY Italian and Irish. Well I am like everything. My family basically comes from like EVERY heritage and Dad says mom was Greek. 

I sit at a dark, chocolate-brown desk with a pair of dark-purple chairs. A lady behind the desk stares down at me, that mouth of too much lipstick is moving and I ignore her. Dirty blonde hair pulled to a tight bun, disgusted greenish-brown eyes glaring, and pure, cheez-it box, deep red lipstick. Revolting. Her pantsuit was a dark purple with white, vertical lines on it. Ash-black shoes with fake diamonds across the edges engulf her feet, and strangely pale skin and hints of tan cover her. A designer purse lies tiredly upon her ugly desk, and each hand places each of their fingers on each other, pinkie to pinkie, index finger to index finger, etc. My counselor. Ms. Pipe. She speaks, "Your session begins now. How have you been?" 

"The same exact way I felt yesterday and the day before: like Hell." I coldly reply.

"Now miss... Thorn? We do NOT tolerate that language!" Ms. Pipe snaps at me.

"At this point Ms.'Pipes up in the middle of nowhere' I DON'T CARE!!!!" I answer. She walks up to me and bends down to look into my eyes. Her glove slips off her hand and it whips across my face. It's already a crimson red color. The strength she used was brutal. No emotions show on my face. "YOUR SESSION IS OVER!" She says her voice full of hate. "AWWWWW!!! But it just started!" I rudely reply. She jumps at me and the guards come. "Sorry officers she threatened me!-" She tries saying. "WHAT?! Are'nt there cameras in here?-" Ms. Pipe cuts me off, "WITHOUT SOUND!!!" Wow you know what she probably did? She was saving that excuse for a day like this! I roll my eyes and they take me back to my cell. The loony bin sucks.

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 The tears seem to be falling to there doom down my face. A puddle has formed on the floor. "I'll be alone forever in this place." My voice echoes through the lonely cells. The an explosion came from down the hall and I jump up. A boy rushes up to the UNLOCK button which (as it says) unlocks all the cells. My gate flung open and I didn't even wait for him. I turn corners and blast through doors and I see an exit. YES MY ESCAPE! As soon as I burst through the Exit a gun lays stiffly on my forehead.