Leo's Angel

Chapter One

I have dark chocolate colored curly hair, golden brown skin, rose red lips, and sapphire blue eyes. I am 5'6" and seventeen years old.

Right now, I was running around the house, packing to leave for Camp Half-blood. Strangely, even though I've never been there, I know where it is.

"Diana?"

I turned to see my dad standing in the doorway, with a curious look on his face. I forgot about Dad.

Jordan Rose, famous actor, singer, dancer, athlete, and more. His dark chocolate brown hair was short but long at the same time. Sort in the back, his bangs going to his hazel eyes. Eyes that never failed to make women melt before him.

I say that I look like him, he says that I look like mom. He doesn't like to talk about her, I think it's because he misses her a lot.

"Dad..." I say, then stop, not sure what to say.

He just sighed.

"You have to go?"

That surprised me. Did he know?

"Yeah, I gotta go."

"I always knew that this day would come, but I didn't think that it would be so soon."

"You knew?!"

"Yeah, I knew. Your mom told me when you were born, that one day you would have to leave."

I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands.

"You look like her, especially right now. When she got frustrated, she would put her head in her hands."

I sat up, and started to cry.

"Daddy, I don't know what to do."

He sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Honey, you have to go."

"Why?"

"Because that's the safest place for you. And you can be happy there. All I want for you is to be safe and happy."

I looked at my father's face, and stopped crying. I packed a sports bag, grabbed my car keys, but I was in for another surprise.

My dad turned me around and hugged me tightly. I returned the hug, and broke down crying. I couldn't help it anymore.

But, my dad didn't seem to care about the tears that began to drench his T-shirt, he just held me tightly.

"I love you, Diana. I always have, always will. That will never change, remember that, okay?"

"I love you, Daddy. For much longer than forever, promise."

He kissed the top of my head and gave me one last squeeze.

"Here, take this."

It was a phone, I never saw the definite need for it, so I didn't own one.

"What do I need this for?"

"To call me and keep me posted on. It's kind of against the rules to have a phone, but take it."

"Thank you for everything."

"Anytime. Goodbye, angel." he said using my nickname.

I gave a weak chuckle as I slid the phone in my pocket. "Bye, Daddy."

I hopped in my car (blue Mustang convertible) and drove to Camp Half-blood.