The Daughter of Apollo

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I originally wrote it when I was thirteen, so two--almost three--years ago. No harsh judging, because I realize how horrible it is at times. I will try and edit and update the story as I post it to here. No promises. You will have to read the original or already have read the original to pick out any changes that have occured.

With that said, I still hope you enjoy it anyway.

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Chapter One: Arrival

14 Years Ago

It was a normal day in the city of Kokomo, Indiana, when a baby girl was born. Her mother and father were joyous, her older brother and sister curious, and the child crying as the mother calmed her down. But when the father held the child something in his heart told him that she wasn’t his own. But he would love her, care for her, and raise her right for the real father of the beautiful baby girl whose name is Jaycee Carter.

Present Day

My alarm woke me up by blaring some Panic at the Disco song in my ear. This morning it was I Write Sin Not Tragedies, one of my personal favorites. I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for another long and boring day of school. I showered as usual and got dressed. Today I put on a dark blue tank top underneath a ripped up black T-shirt and some ripped black skinny jeans. I slipped on my black All Stars. Now some say I’m Goth, others say I’m Emo. I’m not! I just like this style of clothing! Get a hold of yourselves! After getting dressed, I looked at the clock. 6:50! Shi-I mean Crap! (I’m not even allowed to cuss in my head! How lame is that?) I’m going to miss the bus! I ran down stairs as fast as I could-nearly knocking down my just-waking-up older brother, Drew-and on my way out grabbed an apple. I got to the end of the driveway just in time. The bus was just pulling up.

I climbed on, out of breath, and immediately spotted my friend Meg Andrews. She had her head against the window, her blonde hair falling in front of her face, and her eyes closed. I plopped myself down next to her and her eyes opened as fast as lightning, and she nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Meg yawned. I raised an eyebrow.

“’Just you’? Is that the way you greet your best friend?” I teased. Meg rolled her eyes and leaned her head against the window again.

“I just didn’t get enough sleep last night. Some really weird dreams.”

“Like?”

“Nah, you wouldn’t believe me anyways.”

“Try me.” I mumbled. “Last night I had a pretty crazy dream myself.”

“Like?”

“Nah, you wouldn’t believe me anyways.” I mocked in a voice slightly higher than my own. Meg rolled her eyes yet again, but laughed anyway. I smiled. “I get my braces off today! I get to skip Algebra with Mrs. Temme!”

“Awesome! I get my braces off today, too! Only I’m not lucky enough to miss any classes. My appointment’s during lunch.”

We continued to talk until the bus parked in front of the school and the voice that always said ‘It’s 7:35, time for school!’ came on and we were let off. Together, Meg and I trudged up to the front door of Northwestern High School.

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The day went by in a blur. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. I wish I sat with Meg at her lunch table, but we were assigned different ones, so I took my tray and made my way over to Table 2. I sat in the only seat left, on the far end.  The table was full of friends, of course, but I still felt out of place. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen today. Across from me sat Alice Parks, a small, red-headed girl, whose favorite color happened to be green. Next to me sat Vanessa Crumbs, a tall, brown haired girl with glasses who was a little bigger than everyone else.