The demigod life

Kirie Sol

Kirie Sol was not a normal girl, even from the beginning. But the beginning had made her who she was today. What is this beginning? Well let me tell you.

Kirie never knew her father. All she knew was that he left her and her mom. But that is all she needed

Ever since she could remember, kirie had a eye patch. Her mom gave it to her and said, "Promise me you won't take it off until your 16th birthday." Kirie promised.

That was the only promise she had left of her mom. Her mom had died and she seen it all. That is where her story begins.

(Kirie's point of view)

Hi I'm kirie born on March 13 and this is my part of the story.

I lived with my mom in a one bedroom apartment. Yup it was just us. I didn't really know my dad (I didn't know him at all) cause I never actually seen him. All I knew was that he had sandy hair and this smile that will light up the room. At least that's what my mother told me. She also gave me a sun shaped necklace that was my father's.

       It was pretty hard for my mom. She had two jobs just so she could pay rent and feed us. But even though she had two jobs, she was always there for me.

I was five when I first started school and on the first day, I was already teased. They called me one-eyed kirie and they said that I could cure my eye,even though the word cure was in my name. They will also make fun of my height cause I was short. But mother was always there until that day.

We were in the car and I just got out of school. I cried because the kids bullied me(and I can't believe they would be so mean to a five year old). My mom tried to calm me. "Kirie how are you going to be something good in life when you cry when people make fun of you." I knew she was right but I couldn't stop. When I start crying, I can't control it. " Kirie sweety" She took her eyes off of the road to look at me in the back seat then....crash.

My head banged against the passanger seat, while my mom, banged her head on the steering wheel,causing her to almost die on the spot. Almost. She looked up and checked if I was alright. It was always like her to care about me even when she needed the caring.
My head was pounding when I looked back at my mom. Blood was oozing out of her forehead.
"Kirie, my darling, do something good with your life. Make me proud" She said right before she put her head of the steering wheel and closed her eyes.
"Mommy!" I yelled. I took off my seat belt and went to her. "Mommy please wake up" I shook her gently hoping she was only asleep.
When I failed in my attempts to wake her, that's when I realized that she's not sleeping, she's dead and she died right in front of my eyes. Tears were streaming down my face. I wanted her back more than anything in the world.

I had to live with my only living relative left, my uncle Andy in a two-story run down house near a mine and a forest. And I had to move to a completely new school, and of course, they bullied me.
Uncle Andy would abuse me if I didn't do what he said. I had to wear pants and a sweater to cover up my legs and arms from the scars so the school didn't ask anything.

     But I did have a room,sorta. It was the attic with no bed and no furniture. The floor was dirty cause Uncle Andy would never let me clean it. He said rats like me should live in dirty places.
But it did have a window that led out to the roof. I would stare out the window for hours,if I was lucky, and daydream. Uncle Andy would take me to the mine and made me sit there. I remember he would say that I give out light or something like that.

      Sometimes I would sneak off to the local library for hours because on the days my uncle didn't take me to the mine, he would lock me in my room and he never went to go check on me. So I could be gone for a day and he wouldn't even notice.
         Uncle Andy never found out but if he did he would beat me and lock me in the room but he did that every day to me so I would have been used to it.
But I didn't care. Books, learning, and daydreaming was all I had to look forward to. I would also hardly eat. Two small meals a day, bread and water. He only let me shower three times a week so I had to use those times wisely. I would sometimes sneak off to the river in the woods to wash my clothes.

     Yup that was my life. I would always wonder if I would do something good in my life. I was smart but would that be enough. Would I be important? I had to be for my mom. I would always wished to be saved from that place but it was all in my head. I was never going to leave. It like a prison but then again people escape from prison. Sometimes I had this feeling in side of me like something good was going to happen.

I could only hope......