If there's anything I have learned from living on the streets of Manhattan for the last seven years of my life, it's that you need to stay tough to survive. There have always been muggers. There have always been bullies. There have always been creeps with black vans offering candy. But there's never been anything, compared to what's going on in my life now. And now, I'm going to tell you my story, and how I became the most amazing friggen demigod ever known to ancient Greece! Well, or so I believe. Everyone there believes im a wimp. Because I haven't been claimed. They tease me that since I'm so weak looking, (total lie) that I must be Demeter. They say that seeing how I'm so ugly, (total lie) I must be Hephaestus's daughter. I wouldn't mind being a child of Hephaestus. Or of Demeter. But not because I'm weak. Or because I'm ugly. Because I'm creative, and proud of my heritage. And truthfully, I'm not ugly. I'm not weak. I have long light brown hair. I have a pale complexion. I have piercing icy blue eyes. I wear what I wore on the streets. I look tough enough. I arm wrestled a fifty year old man in a soup kitchen for ten bucks. I won. Now I know what you're all thinking. That's so cruel! How could you take money from an old man? Well the truth is, that if your going to get to know me, you'd realise what I have been through. How, stealing was a last resort to survive on the streets of new York. That and it was fun. I have so much amazing stuff. I stole a pillow pet from Walmart. I have flashlights. I have an amazing iPod with an amazing amount of playlists. I managed to keep myself Alive stealing. And that's how it's always been. I won't steal from the others. Not unless they provoke me. So bit of advice? Don't. I sleep with a knife under my pillow.