IT ALL STARTED WITH A BAD HAIR DAY…

Hey guys! I decided to write another story (hence- this story). It's not in Aphrodite's POV because I thought it would be funnier this way. I'm also submitting this as my modern myth for JCL (Junior Classical League- it's a Latin club) so if you guys think that something needs to be changed/could be better, tell me! Also, there will be a bit of romance between Violet and a god, but I won't tell who ;)

Hello. My name is Violet. I'm the goddess of thoughts, specifically positive and negative (so I advise you to not make me mad, negative thoughts can cause suicide you know). My mother named me for my eyes which are a bright violent shade of violet. I have silky black waist length hair and I'm very pale. I will NOT tell you out my age; just know that I like to look and act sixteen. You might be asking "Why is a child of Persephone and Hades friends with Aphrodite?" You weren't? Well you are now. I'll tell you the story. I've nothing better to do anyway (Hades took all my books away for siding with my mother on some stupid argument). It all started with a bad hair day…

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CRASH!

I sighed. This was the third crash and it was starting to annoy me. I looked around the room I was in. It was the library in Olympus. Athena made Zeus have one, for which I'm grateful. I'm a very shy goddess and I hate having any type of attention on me.

CRASH!

I got up from the big purple chair, leaving my good book and went to investigate. I may be shy, but I love investigating. Sherlock Holmes is both my hero and my favorite book. I decided to act like Sherlock Holmes, pretending that Olympus was London. (CRASH!) Yes, I know he's a fictional character. Goddesses can play pretend to, you know. (CRASH!) Olympus might be enormous, but I found the source of the noise rather quickly; I just followed my ears. I arrived at the room where Aphrodite kept all her precious glass objects. I opened the door and froze in shock.

In the center of the room stood a figure holding a glass vase in her right hand. She was wearing sweatpants with no shoes; her blonde hair looked as though it went through a hurricane, became a bird's nest, went through a tornado, became a rat's nest, and then went through a hurricane again. She raised her right hand and threw the vase, barely missing a row a tea cups.

"Aph- Aphrodite," I finally managed to choke out. She turned to look at me, her eyes looking like they should belong to a manic. "Wh- What happened to y- you?"

Aphrodite didn't answer me. Her right hand shot out as if trying to grab another vase, but she grabbed her glass replica of Katoptris, the dagger Helen of Troy had during the Trojan War, instead. Aphrodite raised her hand, getting ready to throw the dagger at me, and stopped. Her eyes were no longer frantic, they looked sad as she gazed upon her most treasured possession. Then she looked at me, her eyes now filling with tears.

"Violet," she paused. I thought she was going to ask forgiveness for almost taking my head off. I was wrong. "Look at my hair!" The goddess of shallowness and selfishness fell on her knees, crying. If she wasn't a goddess, I would have used my power to put positive thoughts into her head. It would've made this confrontation quick, painless and a lot less scary. Unfortunately, she's a goddess. Meaning my powers will have zero effect on her. Lucky me…

Even though I wanted to, I knew I couldn't say "What about it?" If I had, Aphrodite would have chopped my tongue out or worse, given me a makeover. Remember, I'm a goddess so even though it would have hurt like Hades, I can always grow another tongue. But if you've angered Aphrodite, the makeovers can be horrifying. I can grow back my tongue, but my dignity? Forget it. Instead, I chose the safest answer I could think of.

"Do you know what happened?" I tried to sound concerned, but I actually just wanted to get out of there pretty fast. Aphrodite and I are complete opposites. She's flashy and I'm reserved. She's loud and I'm quiet. She's full of herself and I'm humble (well, more humble than her). You get it.

"I have no idea." Aphrodite sighed and walked over to a mirror. "My hair," she whispered, "My beautiful hair." Suddenly she turned around. It was as if she could sense me inching towards the door. "Will you help me?"

I was shocked. The goddess of love and beauty wanted my help? I wasn't sure what I was trying to tell her, but my intelligent answer came out as, "Do who do what now?" I mentally smacked my forehead.

"Please?" Aphrodite was now at my feet begging, you heard me, begging for my help.

I looked into her big blue desperate eyes. My willpower crumbled. "Of course I'll help you."

Please review! I hope you guys thought it was funny, it will definitely continue to get funnier and funnier.