The Greek Curses

There were once two girls. So what? There are LOTS of girls. But no, these girls have quite the unique story...

There once were two girls. One lived in The Sandhills, more specifically, Bassett, in Nebraska. One lived in Brooklyn in New York City. They were both orphans. Very special orphans, I might add...

There once were two girls. One was Beatrice Carpenter. One was Pandora Pallas. One was already a Greek legend, even if she didn't know it. One was going to be...

There once were two girls...

PANDORA

"Curiosity killed the cat." My brother said.

"But luckily for him, he had nine lives." I retorted.

"Cats don't have nine lives, Pan, it's been proven-"

"-That they could! It hasn't been proven that they can't, because who's to say those cats the mean scientist used hadn't already used all of their other eight lives?" I said. "And, like always, DON'T CALL ME PAN!"

This was my life. Arguing with my brother, loving my foster parents, who adopted my brother, named Alex, and I, not wanting us to be seperated. Until one day, all of that changed...

BEATRICE

I was a not-so-normal person. Grey eyes, chocolate colored brown hair, I lived one mile away from a town with 600 people, and I loved horses. Glasses, ever-present books, iPod, iPhone, and Macbook 8, peoples first impression of me is usually "oh, there's another weak nerd to beat up." But looks can be deceiving...