"Oh my god, really? Do you have a picture?" I asked. Our school librarian had just informed me that Ms. Maria had given birth. He was so cute! However, I was sitting next to the school librarian.
I sighed loudly. I am one unlucky kid. I was born on April 13th, on a Friday. Seriously, the second I entered the hospital room my stepmom was in, she had a heart attack. I don't know whether that was because she hated me or not. She died a day later, right as I entered the hospital she was in. She always did hate me, probably because I reminded her of my dad's past relationships. My dad had a relationship with some guy and somehow had me. I had to be adopted, two guys can't have a kid. Weirdly, I looked a lot like my dad. I wasn't sad when my stepmom died though. My dad is bi, but my stepmom was SUPER homophobic. She sucked.
It's probably not the worst sob story, but it lead to some less than good things at my old school. Thankfully, my now stepdad is really nice. He taught me how to play the guitar, which is not my favorite instrument, but it's pretty cool. I play the flute most though. Speaking of which, I was on a bus to New York, and the librarian is super nice, but seriously. I couldn't even sit next to Carson because he has car sickness.
I'm not popular, as you can tell, but I am a nerd. Or maybe a band kid. Well, maybe a chorus kid. I love reading, maybe a bit too much. My favorite genre is poetry. I don't know, it's kind of interesting how many sides there are to a poem. "Alright students, lets get this show on the road," the bus driver yelled. Oh great, time to start listening to bottles of milk fall for 19 hours. I better get my snacks out.
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Violet S. Green and the Olympians
FanfictionViolet S. Green, a normal person, so it seems. Then, normal demigod? The furthest way from the norm, and that's on demigod. Will someone have to defeat their father? Will anyone truly be able to chill? Who really knows? This is not just PJO rewritte...
