My name was what people judged me on. It was never first impressions. As soon as my name left my lips I was branded a hippie. A bohemian. A 'free spirit'. I blamed my father. He was a philosopher. A good one at that. And he was especially interested in Greek mythology, so it came to no ones surprise when all his children were named after Greek Titans. I was named after the Titan of dusk, stars, and planets, and the art of astrology, my younger brother, called Hyperion, is named after the Titan of light, and my younger sister, Theia, is named after the Titan of the sky. Every conversation I had concerning my name all headed in the same direction. Today wasn't any different.
"What did you say?" The wrinkled, elderly lady at the reception asked, kindly, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Astraeus Jameson." I repeated, leaning slightly towards her, my hands placed on the desk.
The confusion hadn't left her face. if anything, it had gotten worse.
"Can you spell that, love." She said, looking up from her computer screen with her eyebrows raised and a kind, wrinked, smile.
"A-s-t-r-a-e-u-s J-a-m-e-s-o-n." I spoke slowly and clearly
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Dear Raine (boyxboy)
Teen FictionAstraeus Jameson has been running his whole life. His outer characteristics distract people from his inner being, from his scarred, frightened, mind. Holding tightly onto his brother and sister, he runs into something he never thought he would. He n...
