Not Your Ordinary Demigod
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Última publicación jue, may 14, 2015
Let me start out by saying that I never asked to be a demigod. I mean, who would want to be a descendent of Greek gods? It might seem cool at first but the euphoria usually wears off by the first time someone or something tries to kill you. I can honestly tell you from personal experience that having someone try to kill you is SOOOOOOO not cool. If you are reading this and feel nothing weird or tingly inside, be my guest and keep reading. If you do happen to feel something, stop reading IMMEDIATELY. Tell your mom or dad that you need to go to camp and they will take you to safety. But if you happen to be normal- so lucky!- you should totally read my account of some major problems in my life.
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