"Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a man."

The name Parker tends to run in my family. I had a great Grandma Parker, two Aunt's named Parker and now I'm named Parker. Parker Smith to be exact.

My dad is called Elliot, he was in the 2004 Olympics for track. I was really little at that time but I don't remember much. He was also in the Olympics on 1996. I wasn't born yet but that's how he said he met my mom.

Mom was a compleatly different story. I have never met her in my entire life. Dad said he didn't even know she was pregnant until I showed up on his doorstep in a golden cradle.

I don't have any sibblings, Dad is too engrossed in his running to settle down and have kids. Both of us barely remember to have dinner.

Instead of fallowing in Dad's footsteps, I play softball and volleyball. I am a pitcher in softball and a libero in volleyball since I am so short. I can live in spandex and slides if I had too.

We live in a condo on the beach of New York. It's wonderfull and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Dad and I were ingrossed in our daily came of pepper when I started asking about my mom. We had never really talked about her, but since I was fourteen I was deterimed to know.

We sat down on top of a dune side by side and watched the sunset. Dad kept looking over at me, like he knew I was going to ask.

"Spit it out," he said suddenly.

"How did you know I was going to ask?" I looked over at him, my voice catching in my throat.

"Because I know you," Dad bumped me with his shoulder.

"I want to know about Mom," I drummed my fingers on my bare legs.

Dad let out a long sigh, "Parker-"

"Dad, I want to know." I said, pretty stuburn infact.

"I met your Mom at the Olympics," Dad said after a long pause. "We immedietly hit it off, she was a runner too."

He started to tell me about how they started hanging out after the Olympics, after a while. I showed up.

I fingered the necklace that I have around my neck, it's a pair of large wings. It's a necklace that I have had since I was born.

"Do you have any pictures of her?" I asked, not even knowing what she looked like.

"No," Dad shook his head. "We weren't alowed to be together."

"Why?" I asked, looking over at him.

"Because of her family, they disaproved of me." Dad said sourly and grabbed a fistfull of sand.

"That's stupid, you were even in the Olympics," I said softly.

"That's nothing compared to them," Dad said and looked at the sky.

We resumed our usual game of pepper, it was silent. When it got dark, we went inside and I went straight to bed.

Let's start off with some cold hard facts about me.

1) I have ADHD and dyslexia. Great combination right?

2) I have never got lower than varsity in any sport and I never will.

3) I have black hair and blue eyes, apperently inherited by my Mom.

4) Nobody has ever asked me out but there is a rumor that the Pitcher on the boys baseball team(Danny Riley) has a crush on me.

That is basically it, I will probably add more as I write this. I've never been the best writer because of my dyslexia but obviously I will try my best.

So back to the story, I took a quick shower and then crawled into bed. Tomorrow we have our first home volleyball game. I'm on Varsity as you know. Every home Volleyball game we have to dress up nice, on away games we can dress as crappy as we want.

I fell asleep, wrapped in thin blankets. My alarm went off at six, school starts at seven thirty.

I got dressed in a cherry blossom patterend skirt, a black shirt and my brown combat boots. This was as fancy as I was going to get today. Other than that I curled my usually straight black hair and put on simple make up.

Then I packed my volleyball bag, ate the breakfast Dad made me and he drove me to school. In August I would have my permet.

Like usual game days, I couldn't sit through every class. I only got good grades because you have to have a letter grade better than a C- to play sports. Power hour(after school help) is the only reason I can pass my classes.

I got sent out in three classes out of seven because I continued to tap my feet. All of my teachers know that I have ADHD but three of them couldn't handle me today.

Finally school ended and we went into the gym to set up the nets for the JV and JV2 games. Varisty plays after.

I did book, which I absolutely hated. Then after they were done, I went into the lockeroom to get ready. I pulled on my ankle braces, my knee pads and tied my expensive volleyball shoes. Adorned of course with spandex and my uniform.

Everybody comes to home volleyball games. We are a small town but small towns have more pride than cities.

I started off serving, hitting the weakest passer in the backrow. Which ironically, happened to be the libero. Dang. She over passed to the setter resulting a bad set to the outside hitter. She had a nice hit that I easily dug up to our setter, Cassia. Cassia quick set to our hitter Emma who had a nice kill. I ended up serving a couple of more points until I subbed out to our middle hitter, Jasmine.

Dad was cheering me on in the stands, I locked eyes with him and he nodded.

I subbed back in when Jasmine got to backrow. Then I served again but the libero was out. So I hit the next worst passer, the backrow setter.

"Setter out!" She yelled and called for a hit.

She hit a nice one on the line, I made a fist, dove to my left, popped a nice one up and rolled to get back up.

"Back!" I called for a set.

Cassia set back to me, I piped it over the net. The DS dug it up nicely to the setter.

The game ended, we won three. Them zero. Our team was just unbeatable. Expecially with me.

Not to be narcisstic though. It's totally true. Dad was ranting about when the Coach called me out on my bad pass. I totally agree with her about my bad pass, it almost went over the net. I just took it and when he parked in the drive way, a ear splitting roar sounded a few miles away. Someone knocked on my window.

It was a boy with black hair and green eyes and a girl with blonde hair and green eyes.

I rolled it down, "what the hell was that?"

"That was a hellhound," the boy said calmly. "Do you have ADHD or deslexia?"

"Both, why?" I was generally confused and scared at the same time.

"You've got to come with us," the boy looked at my Dad. "You know why right?"

He took a deep breath and nodded, "yeah."

"What? Somebody better tell me what's going on?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"We'll explain it to you on the way, come on." The boy opened the car door hurriedly.

Dad quickly hugged me goodbye and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye, I'll see you soon."

I hopped out of the car, only in slides, spandex and my uniform. "Where are we going?"

The boy and girl ran to a van that said Delphi Strawberries in faded letters. "Come with us, there's a whole pack."

"Of Hellhounds?" I asked, slid into a seat and buckled.

"Yeah," the girl said. "By the way, I'm Annabeth and this is Percy."

Percy reved up the van and sped out onto the road, swerving angry drivers and peeved pedestrians. "I only have one question?"

"Yeah what's that?" I grumbled, slightly irritated.

"Why are you so short? I thought you played volleyball?" Percy definetly needs some help.

"I'm a libero dumbass," I said angrily.

"What's a Libero?" Percy asked Annabeth.

"The rearmost, roaming defensive player in volleyball or soccer." Annabeth sounded like a walking encylopedia. "Usually people that can't play front row."

"Oh," Percy said, obviously dumbfounded.

"Okay, where are we going?" I asked as Percy sped onto the highway.

"Long Island," he said. "The best place on Earth."

"Whoa whoa, I can't go to long island. I've got practice tomorrow," I paniced.

"Missing practice is the least of your worries," Percy grunted.

"I'm on Varisty though!" I screamed. "I have to go back!"

Percy steered the van on to the side of the road. "I'll go hold them off, we're almost to camp." He leaned in and kissed Annabeth, "see you at camp Wise Girl."

"See you soon Seaweed Brain," Annabeth took the drivers spot as Percy took off running towards the road.

"You're just going to let him go? What if he dies?" I screeched as Annabeth guided the van back onto the road.

"Don't talk like that," she whispered.

"I didn't know you guys are dating," I said softly.

"Engaged actually," Annabeth said and held up her hand where a silver band stood out against her tan skin.

"And how old are you?" I cocked my head at her.

"Eighteen," she said like it was no big deal.

"So where are we going?" I asked and slid into the front seat.

"A camp for kids like us," she turned into a gravel road that went into the forest.

"Okay I have a feeling that there is going to be an ax murderer waiting out here for me." I said and put my hand on the door handle.

"There's not," Annabeth laughed and shook her head.

Annabeth drove for a while until the forest opened up into a valley. It was so beautiful that it made me forget all about Percy.

I quickly got out and started down, it had a beach, a rectangle of cabins and a huge old farm house.

"This is... Amazing," I gazed around.

Annabeth smiled, "this is Camp Half Blood."

"Half-what?" I looked at her, my smile still on my face.

"Half blood, it's what we are. That's'what you are. Half god or goddess and half human," Annabeth explained. And her tone was dead serious.

"Are you on crack?" I looked over at her.

She smiled, "no. Come on, I'll take you to Chiron."

"Chiron?" I asked as we started walking toward the large farm house. "As in the Centaur guy?"

"That's the one," Annabeth smiled.

As we neared the farm house, there was a man with dark black hair, almost purple and an old man in a wheelchair. Which one was Chiron?

"Chiron!" Annabeth called out and rushed to hug the man in the wheelchair. "We found another one."

"Well hello Annabeth! And who is this?" Apperently Chiron said and looked up at me.

"Um, Parker Smith," I said sheepishly.

The man with the black hair looked up at me. "Another one eh? I'll be in my room." Then he got up and stumbled into the farm house, holding his glass coke.

"Welcome Parker Smith, I am Chiron." Chiron held out his hand and I shook it. "Annabeth, where's Percy?"

Her expression turned cloudly, "he's holding them off. Percy should be here soon."

"I'm sure he will be dear, come here Parker. Come inside with me." Chiron started to wheel into the house. "I'll show you the video."