The Unusual Life of Lorraine ASHLEY Mercedes.
Since when does bowling explode people?
The night I found out they came for me. You would think I'd get a heads up or a little signal or something. See, I kinda figured it out after I read this stupid book on hints about how you might be a half blood. I NEVER SHOULD HAVE PICKED UP THAT BOOK. It made sense, I was never still, I couldn't read anything and of course my father had left when I was a kid.
After all the clues fit together like puzzle pieces, I decided to double and triple check. It also probably explained why I didn't feel safe this year and I was just on my annual vacation. I had also seen things lurking in the shadows and being the ´brave´ person I am went into serious SHOCK mode. Then I hoped and prayed to the gods that I was the daughter of a non Olympic god. The goddess of grass there was a goddess of that right?
Considering the fact that I was something unheard of was stupid. In the end I followed my cousins into the bowling alley, hoping to sidetrack the thought for a while. I realized that there was tip in the book, pretend you didn´t know and maybe they wouldn´t come for you. Oh gods please let me be the daughter of the goddess of grass. Besides it's not that easy to live an easy, carefree life when evil monster things are going to come after you. I hardly knew anything of Greek Mythology, so I was royally screwed.
Trembling, I picked up the bowling ball and threw it on the lane, it made a huge sound. I frowned, strike. I never got spares; it was kind of annoying actually. For once I would like to get an imperfect score. Whatever right. I turned to face my cousins; they stared at me awestruck that I had gotten a perfect strike on the first throw. I shrugged; I had been getting perfect strikes since the first day I bowled. Even if I threw them towards the gutter, they curved back hitting all ten pins and knocking them down. I stuck my tongue out at the pins and sat down on a chair.
A sweet faced blond boy stared at me, I scowled. I just wanted to go home; to my precious New York City lights. I shouldn't have been so rude to him, I thought reluctantly turning again. He was gone, where could he have hidden? Something touched my shoulder I turned around.
"May I help you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes, you must join the cause." He nodded seriously, as if I knew exactly what the cause was.
"Well, I don't know what the cause is, so I don't think I can help you." My eyes lingered towards his, he had the most beautiful eyes ever. I shook the thought out of my head, knowing I didn't have a chance, since he was in another continent. Wait, but he was speaking English.
I looked up cautiously hoping he was still there, to my disappointment he wasn't. Aw well, there was always tomorrow. Lies… I threw the ball towards the pins, and turned without checking the score, I knew I got a strike. I headed towards the bathroom, with an unusually large lump in my throat. I threw open the door, it locked behind me.
I spun around, my hair hitting my face violently. "Th-that door's not supposed to lock," I managed stumbling over my words. "O-only the stalls." I added shaking.
"JOIN!" Something behind me hissed. It wasn't the boy, but some ugly looking creature. When something with wings and reptile skin is telling you to join something, you shouldn't exactly do it. I ran towards the exit trying to unlock the door. This was a fight or flight situation, and though I was choosing flight I would have to stay and fight. Damn.
Channeling my inner Karate Kid, I ran at the monster ready to punch it in the face. I got two steps to close and smelled its horrible breath, it was making me dizzy. Dizzy to the point where I felt myself fainting. I held on to the stall doors to balance myself. I took the toilet paper and threw it as hard as I could towards the creatures face.
It wasn't the greatest idea, but at least it was distracting. I tried getting the door unlocked and kicked off the lock. "Awesome….wait I can't fucking get out." I screamed at the top of my lungs. I heard someone try to open the door, actually it sounded like someone was trying to break down the door.
"Take the sword." I heard an exasperated voice shout at me.
"What sword." I retorted, scared that a sword would hit me in the face. I heard something slide under the door, well there was the sword. I thought about throwing it and then realized that the toilet paper wasn't as distracting as I thought. It grabbed me by my feet and prepared to claw my throat or heart out. I remembered the sword and stabbed it in the eye. It crumbled under me, leaving a horrible smell. Ew.
Proud of myself I headed towards the door, only to have my hopes broken by the knob-less door. "Help" I shouted pounding at the door.
"Stand back!" a voice replied and I walked back a safe distance. I heard the door explode open and the debris hit me forcefully, throwing me on the ground. I felt around for the sword and found it successfully after cutting myself on door pieces.
"Get up, we're leaving." Someone said, pulling me from my arm harshly.
"Where are we going, to the hotel?" I asked confused and dazed. I just wanted to go back to the hotel and watch The Simpsons until I fell asleep.
"Nope, home. New York City." I opened my eyes and saw an unusually tall brunette dragging me by the arm.
"But, I don't have tickets or my passport." I said upset at the pain inflicted on my arm.
"Yeah, well I'll take care of that." She said dragging me to a car where my mom was waiting.
"You don't talk much do you?" Disregarding my comment she turned to my mom,.
"Tiffany, Lorraine needs to leave now." Oh so this was keep secrets from Lorraine day.
"Why are we leaving so suddenly?" I asked tears already streaming down my eyes, afraid I might have done something wrong.
"Your father…" My mother began and then stopped at the airport.
"We're flying." Mystery girl said motioning to the airplane. "May Lord Zeus protect us, and your father."
"Huh? My father? " I didn't have time to ask anything else, because I was ushered onto an airplane and twelve hours later, I was home.
I find out my Dad's pretty hot
"So where are we going now, Sam?" I asked my protector as she opened the door of a red convertible.
"We're not going anywhere. You're going to get to know your dad. I'll meet you at camp." Sam responded throwing me sunscreen.
"What camp?" I asked before she closed the door. As usual I wasn't being answered and I had sunscreen in my lap even though it was only 5:25 am. I waited for my 'dad' to get in the car. Instead a really attractive blond teenager sat in the driver's seat. I began hyperventilating
"I-I must be in the wrong c-car." I gulped halfway through, not being able to finish my sentence.
"No, stay." He said sweetly and alluring.
"Uhm," I looked into his eyes, bad idea. I was sure I was going to pass out now.
"Wait," He said touching my arm, "Close your eyes. Now open them, that's better right?" I opened them and saw an older person standing in front of me. He was still attractive, but at least now I would only turn a slight pink, instead of flushing deep red. I breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"You must be Lorraine, my daughter." I nodded still not being able to find my words.
"I prefer Ashley, my middle name. Everyone uses it. Can I ask why you left?" I asked my voice cracking. I hoped he didn't see my face; I wasn't the most attractive person when I cried.
He stroked a tear of my cheek; I noticed his hands were really cold. "I had to, you're a demigod. I didn't want to ruin your life."
"You already did. You don't know what it's like to live without a father for 13 years."
"I'm sorry, but now let's drop you off at camp." I realized that behind us, it was light, but in front of us it was still dark morning.
"You're Apollo, right?" I asked, astounded.
"Did you think I was my annoying sister Artemis, or Hermes?" My father laughed to himself, even at age 27 he still looked good. "Here we go." 'Dad' motioned pointing to a place where teens were training.
"Will I ever see you again?" I asked scared, as I prepared to jump out towards camp.
"Depends…" He answered with no sign of emotion in his voice, and then smiled. "Here," he said handing me a bow and some arrows."As you have probably learned, missing is highly unlikely." He winked.
"If I ever do see you again; by some miracle, you'll let me drive right?" I asked tears already forming in my eyes, I wasn't sure if they were of joy from finding my father or from pain.
"Yeah, okay. Sure. " He replied sarcastically.
"What happened to the fun teenager?" I asked tauntingly.
"I still need to be your father, now jump. " I scowled and jumped. Deep down I had a feeling I would see that red BMW again. I hoped I would see the Beemer again. I had lived thirteen years of my life, not knowing who my father was, and now that my presence was acknowledged it made it hard to let go.
