A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson story, and I hope it is alright! Please review and tell me what you think!
The stars are the only things that stay the same in a lifetime. I know they aren't immortal like any sort of God, but God's can kill, God's can die, while stars glitter in the sky, not concerned with death, or destruction.
The stars have been the only constant in my life. My father left before I was born, and my mother left me before I turned two. A faint blur of blonde curls like an angel's is the only memory I have of my mother.
I was the only child I knew that had both my parents presumed alive, yet I had no contact with either one.
I had lived with a few different families, some that were couples that wanted to experience looking after a child before they had their own, some that had one kid and some that had five, yet I never lasted very long.
Maybe it was because I had been diagnosed with ADHD, or maybe it was because of my dyslexia, but no family seemed to want me to stick around for long, and soon, I began to realize it was my fault, that nobody wanted me.
I had to learn to tough it out by myself. To not fully trust anyone.
It wasn't unusual for me to sneak out the window to watch the stars shine from the roof, and that was where I found myself, watching a star die.
And as that star died, I realised how beautiful its death had been. It was more brilliant as it died than it had been every other time, and yet, it felt like I was the only one watching.
And if a star shining that brightly only had me to watch it glow it's brightest, then I needed to outshine the stars to prove myself in this world.
I needed to excel at something to show who I was, who I am.
But really?
I just wanted my parents, wherever they are to see me and say to everyone they know, "Have you heard about Astraea Jackson? You know she's my daughter,"
And then, it would all be worth it.
A/N: Review, please?