Chapter One- Life
I was twelve when I got to camp, but my problems started way before that. When I was four, my dad got remarried. I know what you're thinking, so what, right? Well, when you're like me, it's a big deal. My name is Alexa Cantwood and I am a demigod. Being a demigod means, one of my parents is mortal and my other is a Greek god. My father is Jesse Cantwood, he's a lawyer in Oklahoma and totally mortal, but my mother is Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.
Also, when you're a demigod you tend to be dyslexic, ADHD, and… Oh yeah! You get chased by monsters a lot, hence the problems with Annie, my stepmom. Annie and I never really got along before we found out what I was, but when she got pregnant, things got much worse. I had just turned twelve, I came home from school one day and dad and Annie sat me down and explained I was going to have a new little half- brother or sister. I was happy to have a new baby coming, but the next day things turned sour.
It was Saturday, Annie was in the kitchen frying chicken and I was coloring in the living room. It was quiet and then, the front window exploded! I screamed and ran to Annie; she grabbed me and ran behind the overturned dining room table. When we peeked around the table, I saw the most awful creature I'd ever seen. He was about seven feet tall, he was humanoid with extremely buff arms and legs, his face was gruesome, with yellow teeth, a smashed red nose that looked recently broken, but the most awful thing was the one blood-shot blue eye in the middle of his face. I cowered behind the table as he roared, "Where is she? Where is the daughter of Athena?" At the time, I was twelve, scared, and knew very little about Greek mythology, but that name, Athena, made something stir inside me. It made me mad, it made me want to fight.
I turned on to my knees and started to get up. When Annie saw what I was doing she yanked be back down, "What are you doing?" she whispered angrily, "Stay here!" I looked over the top of the table and saw something I didn't expect. I saw my stepmother sneak over to the kitchen drawer, she grabbed a large knife, ran to the living room, and yelled, "Hey Ugly!" and threw her knife as hard as she could. I watched anxiously expecting it to miss, but it went straight into the creature's already bloodshot eye. He screamed, "My eye, my beautiful eye!" He yanked out the knife and ran out through the broken window. Annie came and held me just as I began crying. That was the last time my stepmother was ever kind to me.