Camp Halfblood; The Lost Girl

Young Zenaida has lived in an orphanage her hole life after her mother had left her there crying in the rain at the front door.

Zenaida, or Aida, loves to reed Greek mythology But she would never think it to be true. And what shocks her most is when- well, you will have to read to find out what happens.

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"ZENAIDA MAARIA AERON!!" The caretaker bellows from across the orphanage. Zenaida, or Aida, shrank back hearing her yell her full name.

"Oooh! Your in trouble Aida!" Hissed Jade with her pale pointed face molded with a rotten, ugly, evil smirk.

"Shut up Jade." Zenaida snapped. Her sea green eyes wide and darting around the room to find the best escape.

The door burst open to revel a vary angry, very blue, Madam Ginger.

"You!" She crocked wiping some blue paint off her face. She stalked up to Zenaida, grabbed her tightly by her arm and dragged her out of the room.
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