The Son of Artemis

The Son of Artemis

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Im Ralph Meadows, 18, and your regular teenage boy from California. I had a best friend names Jake. I have Black Hair, Pale complexion, and eyes the color of the moon. In fact, I liked the moon. When Im near it, I feel Powerful! I dont know why. My Best friend, Jake, have something that he didnt tell me. I think its about me that I dont know. It could Change my life. I study at a Private school in California. I have dyslexia and ADHD. I hate one girl. The names Chloe Zane. Shes this brunette girl with blue eye. A perfect tan and clear skin. She bullies me everytime. But when I have a problem, she mysteriously comes to me and ask. I cant understand her. Well, we better get on with the story..... okay? BTW.. All Rights reserve to Rick Riordan.. I wont be typing any disclaimers until the end of the story :) XIAO! Ralph_Storm02
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2nd Morningstar writers award 2021 winner Update: Completed --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I stare at him for a while. I'm scared. But I really need to tell someone. Anyone. He's not asking questions about my face, nor prying. But I really want to tell him. To tell him I'm scared. That I live in a hellhole. "Come on choose one. I promise that I won't ask you to repay." Luke pushes a pastry forward. "I need to tell you something," I slowly tell him. "What, your favorite coffee is black? " He chuckles. "No," I swallow hard. I take off my glasses. He stops eating when he sees the big bruise on my face, "If you don't tell me, Abby. I can't help you." "The White's they..... They're the ones that did this to me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: This story contains violence and abuse content --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I do not own the images. I am using images that are available on Pinterest and Google.

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