Weirdo.

Goth.

Freak.

That's what they call me.

Everyone.

Except for my three friends. Percy Jackson, Kinsey Pittsinger, and Torrance McKinley. They actually took the time to get to know the real me. The real Makayla Martinez. Not the outcast in the Family Guy tee shirt and black nail polish, but Makayla Martinez.

I thought my life was perfectly normal until my seventieth birthday.

The time on my alarm clock crept from 3:59 to 4:00 am. The steady beeping filled my room and Torrance groaned on the floor next to my bed. She had spent the night for my birthday.

"Turn it off." She moaned.

I yawned and pushed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I threw my bright green comforter off my body onto Torrance. She cursed and sat up in her pink sleeping bag, rubbing her big green eyes and yawning. I reached into my closet for my favorite Paramore shirt when Torrance threw her pillow at me.

"No! Outfit I picked out!" she said.

I picked up the pair of designer short shorts with skulls on the back pockets and turned to her.

"Seriously, Torri?" I asked.

"Seriously, Kayla."

I looked at the black military cardigan and the black leather flats.

"You know we're just going to school right?" I asked her.

"You only turn seventeen once." She sang, grabbing her overnight bag and walked into my bathroom. I slowly changed into the outfit and Torrance walked out of the bathroom in her purple and black Goode Gladiators cheer jacket and a pair of bling jeans cut into Daisy Dukes. She held her purple and black cheer bow in her hand.

Torrance was beautiful. She was one of those people that could be really pretty without trying. She had long blonde hair, bright green eyes and the tanned skin of a surfer. She was one year older than me at eighteen because she started kindergarten late. She was also a cheerleader at Goode High School, the school we go to.

I brushed out my stick straight black hair and Torri braided my bangs and pinned them back.

"You soooo pretttyyyy, Kayla!" she sang. I laughed and Torrance pulled her hair back, clipping in her bow.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Let's go!" she said, picking up her lavender backpack and tossing it over her shoulder.

Torrance and I walked to the bus stop in the black darkness. I always loved the dark, it was really comforting to me. The light was broken by the warm glow of a candle. Around the light were two of my best friends, Percy and Kinsey. Kinsey was holding a chocolate cupcake with a green candle pressed into the top.

"Happy seventeenth, Makayla!" Percy said, giving me a quick hug. Kinsey smiled and handed me the cupcake.

"Holy crap! You look like a girl!" Kinsey teased.

"Holy crap! Shut up!" I shot back.

"Shut up and make a wish!" Torrance said.

I closed my eyes and made a silent wish. I wish I could be someone. I blew out the flame and opened my eyes. My friends gave me a hug and the bus pulled up to the curb.

Another day, another nightmare.

The last day of my senior year passed quickly. Torrance cried three times. Kinsey cried twice. Percy's girlfriend called him in the middle of class and his step dad took his phone.

I got crap from the football team. Torrance punched one of them in the face and made his nose bleed.

For a girl who only stood at 5'7", she packed a good punch. She also was the most vicious ragazza you could meet. She once cursed out the football team in Greek. It was awesome!

Sixth period came like a blink of an eye. Algebra. Torture for four kids with dyslexia and ADHD. The teacher, Ms. Stamos, wasn't the brightest ray of sunshine either.

Torrance, Percy, Kinsey, and I sat in the back of the room, making fun of the movie the teacher had put in. It was the Disney version of Hercules. It was so freaking wrong. Kinsey was painting her nails gold and I Torrance had her head Percy's shoulder; still sniffling over her last period, choir. All of her closest friends were in choir. With her head on Percy's shoulder, I realized how similar they looked. Same cheekbones, same lips, same nose, chin, eyebrows. It was scary.

I looked past Percy and Torrance at the guy sitting in the corner. He was hot! Latino with messy brown hair and brown eyes. Build of a pro soccer player. He had that mischievous glint in his eyes that every good troublemaker has. I leaned over to Torrance and whispered, "I saw him first. He's mine."

Hey guys! Disneychic 12 and Ninja Kat13 here!

First off, we are working on this story together, so watch out for two different styles of writing. This chapter was written by Disneychic 12 (Howdy, ya'll!) but was of Ninja Kat13's (Heyy) idea!

Second, please no flames! Were just going to delete them. Save yourself precious time by NOT FLAMING. Do something nice, like hugging your grandmother! (:D)

Third-ly, we have a contesty-thing for all yous! (Sorry guys, I got some southern blood in me:DC12) I want you guys to try to guess what cabins Torrance, Makayla, and Kinsey are going to be sorted into. If you guess correctly, well, we will let you know if you got it correct. BUT, we will have you send us a description of your very own demi-god to be included in our story!

Get guessing!

Happy Holidays!

Disneychic 12 and Ninja Kat13