Meeting Aphrodite

by Sylvia20112002

This is a story where Sylvia looks for some place that she would fit in other than Goodwin Middle School. She finds Camp Half-Blood, of course, with the help of Alex, her best friend, who turns out to be a satyr. She also goes on an extremely hard quest! Meeting Aphrodite, she later (in the next book) indulges on a harder quest then Camp Half-Blood would ever be able to imagine.

Meeting Aphrodite

I'm Sylvia. I'm eleven. You know those normal girls, walking around, playing hopscotch or jump rope; the usual tomboy. Well, I'm one of those. Yet, I have this lace dress that comes from who knows where. I can't really remember who my parents are. Or rather,were. I'm an orphan. Everyone calls me rich and suddenly I see that I have this beautiful gown on, a tiara, and the like. My hair even does an automatic braid or some awesome hairstyle. But even when that doesn't happen, the color of my eyes is very hard to choose. Then if I concentrate hard on someone and then say some sort of command, they always obey it. I have ADHD and dyslexia. I have the feeling that comes from my parents' family. Of course, a weird life just has to have weird monsters, and a weapon to defeat them. I have this weird ring that I flick into the air so that it turns into a bow and quiver with a never-ending supply of arrows. For some reason, when I need a lot of help, I hear this female voice speaking to me. Once I was fighting this weird thing like a snake woman with two bodies. That was sort of hard to understand, because it kept on using Greek words (that I could understand for some weird reason) and using a bit of extra "Ss" at the end of its sentences. (THAT was hard to understand.)

I go to Goodwin Middle School. My best friend at school is a boy named Alex. He has this weird limp thing that somehow excused him from P.E. even though that's never allowed. I really like my Latin teacher. He's sweet, but is VERY serious sometimes. His name is Mr. Brunner. I always think he's trying to hide something from me, or more than one thing. By the way, that's Rowan. He's my rival. I hate him... You think he's one of those annoying, little rivals that say they do 'no harm' to you? He's not like that. He's worse. A LOT worse.

If you think you're like me, I would probably call you insane, and you should probably stop reading this before it's too late. If you know that you are nothing like me, go ahead with the reading, cause you have the luck to believe that this never really happened. It all started when I came home from summer break. Of course, there was only mom, ready to come to torture me. "Where's dad?" I yelled at her. She said she didn't care, of course, in that purring Russian voice. "He's off to.. somewhere, I guess. I didn't rrreally mean to marrrry him. So, I gave him two jobs! Now he's out of the way of my life! I don't need him any morre." Oh please, I thought. Not this again. The 'you love Mr. Tyler, I hate him' thing. Oh great, she's about to say it! "And of courrse, you love Mrrr. Tylerrr, I hate him. And ve two get along togetherr, don't ve? Everything is perrrfect, except for him." "Mom..." I moaned. "Don't give me that grrroan!" She snapped. "I'm your motherrr, rrremember? Go to yourr rroom, honey. I have some.. buisness to do." "Fine!" I yelled. "But bring dad to my room as soon as he's home!" "I get the idea, honey. Now shoo!" I stomped off to my room, not looking back. And boy, what a suprise was waiting for me there! At the porch stood a monster in the shape of a lion! Wait a minute, I thought. Monsters never come to our house! But it was right there, in plain sight.