Chap.1
My name is Teigra.
It means 'little tiger'.
I am ten years old.
I have learned about Greek mythology all my life.
My grandma and papa are totally obsessed.
I know how to read and write in Greek.
I know all the gods and goddesses.
I know all children of the gods.
I know all about the titans and monsters.
I can even write my name in Greek.
Τ-η-ι-γ-ρ-α
Cool, huh?
Sometimes, Greek annoys me, but I learned it for my grandma and papa.
They say it could help me in the near future, but what could Greek help with?
School?
I'm home schooled, so that won't help.
Anyway, this is my life story.
"Teigra! You better get up, or you'll miss your father!" Papa called into my room.
"He's coming today?" I asked, while putting my strawberry blonde hair in a braid carefully.
"He said he just got in his car from the airport. He'll be here any minute. He also said he's got a present for you." Papa said.
I jumped up, excited, I accidently tripped and went face-first into a pile of dirty clothes.
"Tiny Pa, are you ok?" Papa opened the door and helped me up.
He calls me Tiny Pa because when I was a baby, he couldn't pronounce my name, it always came out as Tinypa.
"Your dad just pulled up!" Grandma called upstairs, her voice irritated.
I quickly put on my yellow tank top and my black shorts, going downstairs.
Papa smoothed down my hair, and put his arm around me.
"Here he comes." He whispered, giving my arm a squeeze.
The door burst open and my father stepped in, "Hello, family."