Chapter 1: A Glimpse Of Hestia's Life

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Hestia's POV

It was one rainy day and I was sitting next to the window of my room looking outside and thinking about what happened to me yesterday in school. I looked through the window and saw a reflection of myself. My green eyes shined as my long blonde hair was swept aside and put at the side of my shoulders.

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*Flashback*

In school

"Hey Hestia!" I hear a female voice screaming my name while trying to catch up with me.

"Hey Hestia!" I hear a female voice screaming my name while trying to catch up with me

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This is Bellatrix Caverly. My best friend since grade 1. We are completely different. She can be sassy sometimes and she also is an extrovert while on the other hand is me. I am quite, introverted and a nerd. These are just a few things to describe me.

"What happened now Bellatrix?" I asked looking at her worriedly.

"You know how much I hate it when people call me by my full name, don't you? How many times do I need to tell you to just call me Bella? You don't need to be formal." She explained irritatedly but then sighed exasperatedly.

"Fine" I replied in annoyance and shook my head then smiled at her.

"What happened now Bella?" I asked, correcting it this time while clicking my tongue.

"See? Sounds MORE better Ms.Hestia Meadow."She said smirking as I chuckled at her stubbornness.

"Anyways, I just wanted to say I need your help with my Art project." She requested gesturing her hand for me to reply to her request.

"So will you help me?" She asked giving me a cute and sad smile that she knows I can't bare to see.

"If I don't know what your project is about. How will I help you?" I asked sighing at her.

"Ohhhhh yeah, I forgot to tell you what my project is about." She said sheepishly as she rubbed the back of head while I shook my head and sighed at her 'amnesia'.

"My project is about something like creating a new planet that has never existed in our dimension, ever. And I need to illustrate it in an illustration board." She said explaining as I looked at her confusedly and worriedly.

"You know my drawing skills are not that good, right?" I said to her as she facepalmed at my vulnerable state.

"Who asked you to draw? Leave that to me. I just need your help with creating a planet in a different dimension, that is all." She said explaining while shrugging her shoulders.

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