I never felt more like a piece of crap than I did that day. It started out great though, it was my 13th birthday and, as soon as I woke up my parents brought me breakfast in bed! I ate it and just a little while later my step-sister brought me a brand new outfit! (Turns out she has a fashion sense!) I whore my gorgeous outfit (with matching makeup, shoes, and jewelry!) to school. I walked into school and I swear all the guys turned their heads towards me! My boyfriend started walking towards me and I smiled. He had a stern look on his face though, my first thought was, "uh-oh this can't be good."He finally reached me and said, "I'm sorry R.J I'm just not into you anymore, so I'm breaking up with you." He said it so plainly all I could do was ask, "Who is she?" he replied, "Marie." I shook my head and glared at him, I mean she was my best friend! I was shocked, heartbroken and above all mad. Mad at Marie, mad at Jared mad at myself and mostly mad at life. Life betrayed me in every way shape and form, it lost me my boyfriend, and my best friend. I didn't cry though I was just too angry. But then just to make matters worse this stupid jock came and threw a flippin' soda in my face! He really shouldn't have done that, I mean he REALLY shouldn't have. I turned around and punched him smack in the face. (Turns out I have a really hard fist, I broke his jaw and his nose!) He ran away with tears in his eyes. As I figured, the principal called me into his office. Before I continue, I was well, in a really bad mood to put it frankly without cussing. So that explains my next move. He started banging on the table and screaming at me, and I well, went ninja on him, I have no idea where I learned to do a jump kick, and a roundabout kick! (I may have possibly kicked him in the unmentionables with the roundabout) That of course got me suspended when I went home my parents yelled and yelled at me. I didn't punch them in the face though because by then I had cooled down a little. I screamed back at them, as any teen would. Then I ran to my room packed my cutest clothes, makeup, and other necessities into my backpack. Then I ran, I ran and ran until I found a strange camp looking thing and walked inside. In there I found some weird half-goat people and of course other things. Just then a half-horse guy walked up to me and looked me up and down, then finally said, welcome to camp half-blood.