here i told you i would have another story! ha beat that! this one i think i will enjoy writing a bit more because...umm...i didnt come up with the idea when i was 11. i came up with this idea when im 13! okay this was originally called "Slave of a God" for reasons you will found out later but when i tried to come up with a name for this chapter i came up with the NEW title "My Life as a Non-Demigod" ok hope you like it i will except any kind of reviews! READ IT!

Perfect Couple

my life sucks! all of my friends are demigods but what about me? oh, no, i have to be a stupid mortal. my parents are demigods! famous demigods for the gods sake! dont you think maybe i could get maybe a little bit of power? nope! my grandparents decided to keep me normal and my parents didnt do ANYTHING! oh my gods, its so annoying!

"Charlotte are you coming to archery?" Ethan yelled up the stairs of the Big House.

Ethan and i are 16 and he came to camp around the same time i was told i am mortal. he is a son of Apollo, the sun god. he's never seen his dad and his mother gave him up on his 4th birthday. he says when his best friend Sean Dimond turned out to be a styr and said he was here to escort him to Camp Half-Blood, he didnt even give the orphanage a second glance. we never see Sean anymore. we think hes been sent off to "protect" another mystery demigod. he wasnt very good, Ethan got attack at the least five times.

"Come on Charlotte," Ethan yelled again, sounding frustrated, "do i have to come up to get you?"

"no, im coming." i say hastily. my room is really mesy, and half the stuff on the floor i dont want him to see. like all of my journals with sketches on them. nobody but me see's those notebooks, they're very secret. some of the sketches are of days when Ethan and i go out hunting for monsters in the woods and others when we're sword firghting in the area. nope, he is definitally NOT seeing those.

i run down the stairs as fast as i can and almost knocking Ethan down. he was about to come up and get me, "whoah, watch it Charlotte! we're just going to archery."

"sorry, i guess i am just fidgety today," i say blushing.

"why in the world would you be fidgety? we are going to archery," Ethan questions.

"how many times do you think we will say archery before we get to the arena?" i ask trying to change the subject.

"i dont know maybe- hey, stop that and answer my question!"

"well my parents said they had something to tell me this morning. then when i asked what it was they looked at each other with worried exprestions and said they would tell me at dinner. i really dont think i can wait that long. i doubt i can even wait till the end of archery, i mean what could make my parents worried, they have faced the freakin' KING OF THE TITAN-"

"quit it please, you have made it pretty clear that your nevous," Ethan says putting his hand over my mouth. it made me relax a little and i was able to catch my breath. i kinda tend to ramble when im nervous and, as Ethan has learned, the only way to shut me up is to litteraly shut me up.

"sorry," i mumble through his hand. then i sneezed...into his hand. i think he used some soap with some weird scent in it after breakfast.

"uggggg," Ethan moans, shaking his hand around, then he whipes it on the sleve of my shirt.

"hey, whipe it on your own shirt, " i say jokingly, while whipeing my sleve on his shoulder.

he bursts out laughing then responds by whiping his shoulder on my face. hes like three inches taller than me so it wasnt that hard.

"no fair! it'll look weird if i rub my face on you,"

"well then i guess i win hmm?"

"yeah you win!" i answer. then mumble under my breath, "damn it!"

"oh shut up," he laughs, knowing it was a joke, "this is like my first win since i beat you like a week ago in capture the flag."

"im pretty sure that one doesnt count because, well,"

"because what? you lost?" he answers, "race ya!"
"no-HEY!" i answer sprinting after him. he always does this when we're late. and we're late about everyday. so he does it a lot. sometimems we're racing to the area other days the Mess Hall. today it was the area.

by the time we got to the area, we were out of breath. he won but we never count these little races, Ethan wins every single one. it wouldnt be fair to me, the slow one. really nothing is fair in life but everything has a purpose, i think. i mean what is the purpose of a piece of candy, it makes you fat, it tastes good, but other then that it has no other real purpose. also what in the world od the purpose of a throw pilow and the other many types of pillows. they are all for decoration yes but nobody sleeps on them. ISNT THAT THE PURPOSE OF THE PILLOW! also why is it call a THROW pillow, you never throw it or use it in a pillow fight. the difinition of throw is to put an object in motion by propelling it in a certain direction.

sorry, I had an Athena moment. my mom is a daughter of Athena and my dad a son of Posiedon. dont you think a grandchild of the big three would get maybe the ability to breathe underwater or at least tell they're cordinates in the ocean. ive tried to figure that out on a plane flying into Greece, it didnt work! my family was going there because my mom wanted to study the arcitucture. shes greek yet shes never been to Greece. better yet she is the daughter of a freakin' greek goddess! and yet the first time she went to Greece was 2 years ago!

my mom is Annabeth Chase/Jackson and my dad is Percy Jackson. they started working here when they old of course being the centaur he is gave them the job. he has known my mom since she was 7 and my dad since he was 12. he thought they would be good teachers and help to bring in new campers since they have battled almost every monster alive. including the king and queen of the titans. no i am not kidding! and at the time they were only 16 when they beat Kronos. A FREAKIN 16 YEAR OLD BEAT A TITAN! im 16 yet i have done absolutly NOTHING! as i said before it is so annoying.

"Charlotte?" Ethan asks.

"hmmm?" i answer.

"are you ok you just kinda started staring into space. i got a bit worried." Ethan replied aounding a bit relived.

"awww you were worried about her how sweet! you could be a perfect couple like your parents, oh wait Charlotte here isnt a demigod. sorry!"

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