The Demigods don't know there are books written about them. What if Rick Riordan wrote his books not realizing how accurate they were? Only one person knows, will she be able to keep her secret?
Ariadne Jackson's life is as normal as it get for a de...
He rolled his eyes. "Hello to you to Aria, Marissa."
I put my backpack in the foot of my seat and sat in the shotgun, His Sun Chariot was a red Maserati at the time. Marissa sat next to me. This was something me did all the time. We would make space for the other person no matter how tiny the space.
Apollo played a song and I don't know if it was a coincidence or he heard us but it was Miss Movin' On by Fifth Harmony.
No one knew about our band, because we were an only school band.
I tried not to sing along, but it was no use.
When Camilla was at Shake it off like an etch a sketch, I started to sing along.
"My lips are saying goodbye, My eyes are finally dry."
Apollo stared at me, I rolled my eyes but didn't miss a beat." I'm moving on..." I finished, " Since when can you sing like that?!?" Apollo asked.
I blushed, " Since I was 6?"
It came out as a question.
"That was awesome!" he said.
"T-Thanks" I stuttered. Marissa smirked. I could practically see the gears turning in her head.
We arrived at Olympus, Apollo went to direct the sun chariot and I went to get ready for my engagement ceremony . I went straight to Aphrodite's house she made me change, into a teal Greek Chiton, with a sweetheart neckline and a gloden flower trail from my waist to my shoulder and it had a bunched up sleeve on one shoulder. Marissa paired it with pale gold heels and put my hair in a milkmaid's braid and placed a golden laurel wreath in it. I stuck out some hair to make hair tendrils.
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