The Life of a Demigod Fangirl

Prologue

There's always been a lot of yous. A you that only wants to sleep, a you that beats people up, a you that is overly dramatic, a you that is too kind to others and a lot more. Sometimes it gets annoying since people would only focus on one of that yous. And I swear they're blind like bats, they would always fish out the negative ones.

At first glance people would critic you right? Me too, I get critiqued by people a LOT, and most of them always describes me as a trouble making kid. Fine, I don't like reading out loud in class when the teacher say so since I'm dyslexic, and I do not want to get embarrassed. I don't like talking to people since once you'd leave them they would spread all your secrets and starts talking shit about you, and for god's sake, I do not have a family of assassins just because of my cold stares and mean look. But just because of that does not give you any rights to critic me. Well, that's what happens in school anyway, but when I'm home? It's different.

Way different.

With locked doors, closed windows and curtains, I would quickly turn on my cassette and put it on the highest volume and would listen to my favorite songs, no, it's not heavy metal, or any emo bands, I listen to pop music. Cause damn it, pop music are pop music because they are catchy!! I would start to sway along with the rhythm of the songs, and once my favorite singers like Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Miley Cyrus, and others would start singing I can't help but feel high, especially when it's my favorite, One Direction. You have no idea how high I'd get, I'd start jumping on my bed, rolling on the floor CRYING, and basically fan girl about a lot of things and yell as loud as I can just to let it all out.

Yes, I'm a fan girl. But no one but me knows about that, I just can't go and tell others about that. And not just in music I'm a fan girl, I also read books. I know I'm dyslexic, but I love the books I'm reading that I don't care a single thing about dyslexia. And my most favorite book of all is the Percy Jackson series. I could relate almost all of it!! The only thing I'm waiting for is a monster showing up and getting saved by a satyr and a demigod. I would just pray every single night for that to happen. I mean I have no family to worry about, I would never care about the damaged in school, I wouldn't mind for a minotaur to kill Stacy the bitch from school while finding me at all. So gods, show the fuck up and claim me!! I'm already overdue like 2 years ago!!

Or if that's not happening, I could always wait for an owl to send me a letter that I'd be starting my school year at Hogwarts tomorrow.

And that's not it, those people out there, that would always think of me as a trouble maker, a no good child, cursed child, a shitty brat, miss cold stare, assassin's kid, they have no idea about the real me.

The fanfics.

The fanarts.

The smut.

They have no idea.

And basically that's me, Elizabeth Shyre Rose C. Hyacinth. I'm a 15 year old New Yorkan girl, both my parents died in a car crash the reason why I'm living in an apartment alone. All my family died, the reason why they called me the cursed child. But my family's lawyer who's like been with my family a lot of years ago, took pity on me, and decided to let me use my family's insurance money, and once I turn 18 I could have it all and start with a job.

I'm dyslexic and ADHD, but no one knows about that. I'm strong and fragile at the same time, and still no one knows about that but me.

But if one day, my prayers would come true, ( especially the part Stacy getting killed ) I'd love to go to Camp Half Blood and actually live normally there.

Well not really normal, they're demigods for Zeus' sake, there's nothing normal about that. The reason why I would fit in perfectly.