-4 years ago-

Hello, my name is Pandora. But I hate that name. My friends call me Jackie, or at least they would if I had any. There's something you should know about me. I am a direct descendant of the original Pandora. After she opened the jar, all of the gods except Zeus and Hera and the minor gods

vowed to bless her descendants to make up for Zeus's behavior. But they couldn't just give us straight blessings and be done with it, nooo, they had to give us magical items of clothing, except for Apollo, Poseidon, Hermes, and Hestia, who gave us magical pens, erasers, hand sanitizer, and

shampoo, of poetry, earthquakes, home, and shadows. At least I don't have to worry about the pen, because I accidentally injected the ink into my bloodstream when I was 3. I guess poetry runs in my veins now. I think I should tell you what these stupid gifts are anyways:

Belt of beauty

Pen of poetry

Bracelet of blood

Socks of silence

Eraser of earthquakes

Hairpin of harvest

Leggings of logic

Fleece of festivity

Brooch of blacksmiths

Undershirt of the underworld

Hand sanitizer of home

Shampoo of shadows

And what makes it especially bad is I'm also a direct descendant of Ajax, the Trojan war hero, too. Unless I have the eraser of earthquakes in my pocket I have no weapons, and even that is only for emergencies. Once I tried to make myself a weapon while wearing the brooch of blacksmiths,

but the only thing I succeeded in doing was almost burning my apartment down. What I really want is a battle axe, I know, a little strange, but what can I say except, "Ajax! Remember?" I've asked for one for my last four birthdays, but I don't think I'll get one until my thirteenth birthday,

which is when I'll be allowed to go to camp half-blood(Epimethius was a titan, remember?).

Till then, Pandora Sullivan,

Signing off!

P. S. I think I should explain my bad attitude towards the gifts. They cause me nothing but trouble. For example, once, I wore the bracelet of blood to school and when someone in my math class got a paper cut they bled so much that they had to go to the ER. And another time, when

someone used the eraser of earthquakes in English, the blast was so powerful it shot his desk forward and swept the teachers legs out from under him, the proceeded to nail my best friend Robby in the back of the head so hard it gave him a concussion. And worst of all, it makes me feel like

I can't do anything without something or someone helping me. Of course it's not entirely the gifts' fault, as Pandora's descendants are notoriously good at not being able to do anything by themselves.