My morning began as usual. I got up from my queen sized bed, went to the bath attached to my room brushed my teeth, took a bath and went to the dining hall, of course carrying my mobile with me. Nobody had woken up. The usual. I grabbed an apple and rushed out of the house while texting my mom. I entered the lift, got to the ground floor and to the garden of out grand apartment. My house was on the 20th floor, and there were only two houses on a floor, each of an area of about…idk it's pretty large. Consider this: my room has an area of around 200 metre square, and it is the smallest one, now imagine the area of my house, which has around 4 bedrooms roughly double the area of my room along with a really huge kitchen and dining area, and a living room twice as big as the kitchen.
I half expected to meet my boyfriend, Stan, at the last bench in the garden when we enter though the eastern entry. Instead of him, my neighbour- or Stan's mother- Ms. Sam van Dan was there with an extremely calm expression on her face. How can she be so calm in such a situation? When I got near her I greeted, "Good morning, Ms. Van Dan. Any news of Stan?" "Good morning, Jessie. Yes I got some news from Stan. He has gone somewhere I wanted him to. And do not worry about it, he is absolutely fine. He gave me this note to hand it over to you. And one more thing, just call me Sam." Replied Ms. Van Dan.
"Um, okay, Sam, can you tell me where is he? He won't reply to my texts or won't receive my calls. I am worried sick. Even my parents are. If he would respond it would be really amazing." I enquired.
"I'm afraid he can't. Where he is gone, mobiles are not allowed to be used." Said Sam, eerily calm.
"Thanks for the update, Sam, but you could have given it to me simply by coming to our house. It's just five feet from your house." I said, smiling awkwardly. "Anyways, bye!" with that I left. I kept thinking if Stan was a demigod. Are all those books I read, real? All those things I see sometimes real? Do the gods really exist? I think they do because of some of my observations (I'll get to that later).
But something inside my gut, continued to refuse it. I entered my room, slipped out of my sneakers and put on my house floaters. I hanged my denim jacket on the hanger, removed my shirt and slipped into my comfy tees, which I wear when at home and a jeans shorts matching my tees.
Oh! One important thing I forgot. To introduce myself. Stupid me. My name is Jessie or my friends call me Jess. I am a sixteen year old girl who love riding bikes and reading various fictional books. I am a big fan of Rick Riordan, and love reading his books. I live in this big apartment with my mom, Grace, and my dad, Alex. I grew up at SoHo, in NY, and I go to the high school run by my parents. I love studying science, maths and English. I want to become an astronomer in NASA, so I study hard to expand my knowledge of outer space.
The first thing which you'll get in your mind if you glance at me- NERD. Okay, I mean, I love reading, but that doesn't make me a nerd. There are a hell lot of thing which I do other than reading or studying. I love shopping and designing clothes, writing stories and hanging out with my boyfriend, Stan. One more thing to prove that I am not a nerd; I am surrounded by the coolest people of my school who think I'm equally cool. And I don't think it is because of my parentage, because no one, not even my teachers know who my parents are. They think that either I am an orphan or I was abandoned by my parents, so they do not tend to ask my parentage.
I have jet black curly hair, with a few highlights of light brown, just up to my shoulders, with eyes a mixture of green and blue, so they appear to be sea green. I have a nice height of five feet seven, with thin limbs and a slim figure. I have a fair complexion, because I always apply sunscreen before leaving the roof of my house. I don't like to get myself tanned. Some of my relatives comment on the colour of my eyes Oh! Your mom has green eyes and your dad has blue, so your eyes have their colours mixed in them, and blah, blah, blah. Why to care for the origination of the colour of my eyes? Those are mine not theirs. But I love my eyes. I think those are the most beautiful thing on my face. Due to my eyes and hair, I tend to imagine myself as Percy Jackson's twin sister. It is also because, coincidently, my birthday is also on August 18. But alas, again, I am a normal mortal, and he is a demigod, and also a fictional character. Also I am younger than him.
I wonder if demigods and immortals actually exist. I don't know, but in times such as these, when my mind is scattered, I pray to Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty and peace, to soothe my nerves. And surprisingly, that works. I imagine, Mount Olympus floating in the air over the Empire State Building. It had been a few months since I had started praying to Aphrodite, sacrificing a part of my food to her (mostly lettuce), I try to show my respect for her by thanking her each day for giving me a such a cool and loving boyfriend like Stan. I also have a nice picture of her hanging in my room, and it is covered such that no one would notice it. I keep roses, daffodils et cetera, as they are her sacred plants. I keep a part of an apple each day for her. And surprisingly, they disappear the next morning
Back to my day, I sat on the floor of my bedroom, closed my eyes and began praying to Aphrodite. After a few minutes, I felt a warm energy surrounding me. At first I was hesitant to open my eyes, but a really smooth and calming voice cleared my doubt. "Open up your eyes dear." It was the voice of a female. She sounded a lot like my mom. I opened my eyes. In front of me was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, with warm brown eyes, long and flowing black hair, a nice and lovely figure. She wore skinny jeans, with a white crop top. Her lips were a lovely shaped of pink. She wore makeup, but it suited her perfectly. I guessed she must be Aphrodite. I curtsied in front of her (which I am really good at). Then she asked, "What do you need my child?" "I need quite a few things, can you grant those to me?" the Goddess laughed heartily. "Of course dear. I will. I got true dedication in your prayers and perhaps, you love your boyfriend so much, I had to come. Now, ask your wishes." "Um, 1. Can you please give such a vibe so that I can calm anyone with a small action, like my presence is soothing and calming, for everyone in this world. Um, 2. I want to go to the place where Stan is, and 3. My parents should not worry, about my disappearance with you, and they should know where I am." "What? Just this? Most of the girls ask for the ability to look impressive or to make anyone fall in love with anybody else. You are different. Wait, you look a lot familiar to someone. Let me think…" said Aphrodite. "Yeah, you look a lot like a gender bend Percy Jackson." I couldn't believe my ears, I would have fallen face first on the floor if Aphrodite had not prevented my fall. "You… you… mean, Percy Jackson exists? Demigods, mist, monsters, everything exists? Th- the mist… mist… really exists. I knew I totally saw those things! Can you also make my ability of seeing through the Mist permanent?" I stammered. It was like a dream come true. "So cute. The first mortal who believed in the true existence. My, why I didn't have a daughter like you. You are simply amazing. What do you say, I drop you at Camp Half Blood?" asked the Goddess. "Oh my gods! Yes! Why not!" I was so excited that I completely forgot about my Stan.
