My Dad Is Poseidon

Introduction

Hi. My name is Alley, Alley Queen. I'm fourteen years of age, and I run a little cafe in downtown San Francisco with my mom. My best friends Godfrey, Skye, and I are writing this book for all the demigods out there who need advice.

Explaining the word demigod, couldn't be more simple. Basically, the twelve Greek gods hook up with mortals (normal people) and produce children that are involved with both worlds. Half mortal and half god. Easy am I right? The truth is it's more than just that. Being the daughter to Poseidon, I should know.

I know you don't believe me. Nobody does. In fact, I don't blame you. If someone told me that their dad was Poseidon, I wouldn't half think they'd gone nuts. With a Z.

Imagine my first day of school, the popular kids that were called Clarissa or Brad saying annoying things like;

"My dad is an actor on TV."

Or,

"My dad's a football player."

Kids were in awe, complete awe. That's where I come in, announcing that my dad was the god of the sea. People stared at me like I was crazy, and tried to avoid me for the rest of the school year. Nobody forgot the dark brown haired girl who thought her dad was a Greek god.

When I was two, my mom would sit by my bedside and sing me lullabies, tell me stories about handsome princes and maidens in distress. Those were among our most treasured moments. As I didn't have a Dad that was there for me and no friends, my Mom and I had always been pretty close.

When I was five, Mom started on Greek legends. Hercules and his amazing skills, Achilles and his heel, the Greek gods, etc. I loved that too. However, when she started dropping little hints about my paternal heritage, I knew that was going too far.

When I was six or seven I started believing everything she said. But after that little incident at school, I was brought back to reality in a snap.

When I entered middle school, I thought things were going to be different. I tried hard to build a better image than what I had before, but I was still considered as the class loser. Nobody talked to me, I had no friends, and I was starting to feel lonelier than ever.

On my fourteenth birthday, however, things started happening. Things that made me wonder, what if all this Poseidon pish posh was true?