I didn't intentionally blow up the dentist's office, really, I swear. It was a complete accident. Even if I hate them and they do weird orthodontics and mess with your pearly-whites, I'm sure the doctors and receptionists didn't deserve to have their office blown up.
The dental facilities building just happened to be built in an unfortunate location with some pretty bad thirteen-year old customers.
That is, the bad customer being me, Elise McCarthy.
See, problem is, when you meet me, little miss Elise, you don't really expect anything dangerous to happen around her. With her tan complexion, long blonde hair and soft eyes of a greenish hue, she resembles a Californian angel.
I hate to break it to you, but you couldn't be more wrong.
I personally believe the gods have an eternal grudge against me, making everything surrounding me go awry.
That's right, I said gods. As in Greek gods and goddesses living in the modern age, on top of the Empire State Building, if you can believe that.
That's another thing about me: I'm a demigod.
I didn't want to be one.
Sure, they come with these amazing powers mortals can only dream of, and life's always an adventure, what with all that excitement that people long for.
But believe me when I tell you, first-hand, that being a demigod is dangerous. Almost everything around you is life-threatening, once you know of your true origins. You can expect some of that invigorating "excitement" mentioned before when some friendly monsters attack simply as you walk home from school. The monsters don't care, they'll attack in the middle of a Manhattan street (I know from experience) and it's pretty dang hard to explain to mortals what the heck happened.
It's really not a fun lifestyle.