Daughter Of Magic

"Oh no." I said, staring at him. "No. Girls from small aparments in New York are not daughters of some dusty old godess from Greece. Sorry. But I'm not who you think I am. Please."
Alex knows she isn't half godess. Please.
If she was, she would have fought off the bullies, the girls who thought they were better than her, rather than sitting there and doing nothing.
But her freinds at Camp Half-Blood belive it... They tell her that she would have died if she was mortal.
They tell her that mortals aren't claimed.
But the only thing Alex knows is that she is not made for shooting arrows, making magic or sword fighting.
She's got a much rarer skill...