The White Lightning

Chapter 1: Just a normal day, as normal as a demigod day can get.

Anni was baffled.

Being born after the titan war, witnessing your godly mother have split personality disorder, then seeing the Greek-Roman war happen. That's crazy shit.

 
To be honest, I would've rather died finding the Mark of Athena, my godly mom's statue. But noOoo, I now stay with my mortal mom and dad, a tactician and a former Olympic swimmer. "You're going to grow up better than me," he always says. 

I am.

 
Captain of my swim team, I beat New York records everywhere. I have another sister, Karm, who is fully mortal. She took up my mother's strategy and is now working for an army.
Well, it was.

Was, what do you mean? Well, half-bloods always get chased by monsters. And that's what's happening. Did I mention the usage of moderate depression and ADHD? No? Okay, now you know!
I'm now a lonely 13 year old, at school, only armed with a pocket knife. Plus, my scent is worse because I'm an older child of Athena. That's like.. 100.75% of some sort.

Didn't I say I was being chased? Yeah, by junior high students. The horniest, sexist, and gayest bitches ever. Honestly, can't they keep it in their pants? "No they can't, now hide your knobby knees." The council's president always told me. Walking in school is a nightmare. Slapping of butts, moaning, drooling over guys, no wonder Athena swore off guys.

My only flaw was that I actually paid attention to mythology. Jason, Perseus, Odysseus, Theseus, Medea, Helen, Achilles, Patroclus, Chiron too. Maybe I would be taught by Chiron? I shook my head. 

Snap out of it. I told myself.

 
Finally being let out from my 8 year prison, I started off home, clenching my pocket knife whilst I skipped. No monsters came toward the tiny neighborhood of Briarwood, and I'm honestly happy. Moving schools, homes, apartments?? 

Give me a break, man!
I passed a store and looked at my appearance in the window. The navy blue hair, which I don't know I inherited it from, fell across my back.
I didn't bother to move it.

Who cares about appearance anyways? You just have to be strong to defend yourself. You'll look hot in the process.

Now, I've lived and led a normal life for 12 whole years. Why not 13? 

Well- being the angsty teen I am- I dealt with grief and ran with only $300, first aid, and my trusty pocket knife. Sadly walking onto the road, I saw a figure. 

A figure of a hunter. 

What deer, bears, or moose would you find here? I stifled a laugh. Apparently they heard that and turned to me. And I knew it wasn't a god, mortal, demigod, or monster.

It was a dead hunter of Artemis.