I really can't decide who I hate more. I hate the Gods for leaving so many of their children unprotected and alone in the world. But it was the Titans who brought this to my attention and ruined my carefully sculpted and dam near perfect life.
Actually, I do know who I hate most. William Rodgers, Liam to his friends, one of whom I most certainly am not. He's the one who ruined my life, step by step. I know he didn't mean to, but he's such a douche I can't help but hate him anyway.
Oh by the way in case you were wondering, my name is Gemma Amelia Hayes. I'm a fourteen year old demigod daughter of...well I don't know. That's kind of the point.
I grew up in the town of Bellefonte, Delaware. My Mom had me when she was about 21, out of wedlock of course, much to my grandparent's disgust. Actually that's unfair; they tried pretty hard with me in the beginning. I don't remember them that well to be honest, we didn't see them very often after Mom married Steve.
Let me just say for the record that I like Steve a lot, he's a good guy and he treats my Mom right. But man he is not the brightest bulb in the box and, most importantly according to my Grandpa; he earns hardly anything so moneys always been pretty tight. Especially after Joe and Lizzy joined the family, that's my younger half siblings by the way.
That's a family of five already, not including my dog Toffee. And we all live in Apartment 12 White Rose Building, which has two official bedrooms by the way. Steve had to nick a load of plasterboard from work and divide the biggest bedroom in two. And I share the slightly bigger half with a snoring five year old and a large dog that thinks it's still a puppy. It's not fun...
That said, I loved that stupid apartment and my stupid family. I was really happy there, and I had my life sorted. I was going to graduate High School, somehow afford college, become the President or a multi-millionaire business woman and marry Marley.
Marley Richards, resident of Apartment 14, the son of my Mom's best friend, and my best friend and fiancé. Well he proposed when we were five and he's never taken it back. As far as I'm concerned Marley and to an extent his Mom, my Auntie Violet, are like family. We grew up together and we'd never been apart for more than a week before.
So I had my tiny apartment smelling of wet dog, my ever present family and my sort-of boyfriend. Life was great, until Marley made me miss the school bus a year ago...