Ok, so this is the prologue for North Winds. Yay!
Greetings from Camp Hell Blood. Whoops. I mean Camp Half Blood. But then again, aren't they the same thing?
Anyways, I'm Espin. Espin Farlow. Ya, ya. Go ahead and laugh at my last name. I know that's it's pretty idiotic, but hey, I didn't pick it. I would've picked something like Johnson or Williams. Something nice and normal. But I guess Farlow is a good last name for me, since I'm not exactly the most normal person in the world, considering my dad is the god of never-been-heard-of. Whoops. My tongue slipped again. I "meant" to say that he's the god of north winds and winter and crap like that.
Ya, I know. North winds? Winter? North Pole? I must be the son of Santa Clause and all that junk! Wrong. His name is Boreas. I know. Another ridiculous name. My family is just full of 'em.
So, I guess there are a few pros to being the son of a Santa-wannabe. For one thing, I never get cold. Never. Another thing is that I have cool hair. It's white. My eyes are kind of cool, too. They look like lumps of ice that somebody surgically implanted into my skull. Oooh. Fun mental-image there, huh?
But for all of those pros, there are cons. I practically melt in the heat, my skin is almost white, I can't run to save my life, and girls hate me. It's pretty sad. I'm fourteen and I've never ever held a girl's freaking hand. Why does my life have to be so hard?
Well, since you know soo much about me, I'll tell you my tale. Or story. Or whatever you wanna call it.
Yay! A new story!! I lost my inspiration for Cali II, so I decided to start something new! Don't worry though; I'll most likely pick up Cali II again. Maybe in the summer. Oh, that's right! I'm no longer home-schooled! I went back to real school, and I'm loving it! I still love all them awesome home-schoolers, though.
Review please! Constructive criticism is loved.