Child Of The Moon Ch.1

Everybody hates me or is scared of me. Ever since I was claimed, they would run and hide or shoot murderous looks at me. Everybody does this but my five friends, but I'm used to it now. I have learned to cope with it. Wait a sec... first I should tell you how I even got to Camp!

I was dreaming about what my dad always told me- you came from moonlight, a baby girl for me to love. I never believed his silly story. I mean a baby appearing in a ray of moonlight?! Who would believe that!

When I woke, though, I couldn't recognize where I was, before I remembered I was in my Portland Oregon home in my bed under the covers with a book against my face. (I always had a bad habit of reading under the covers- I just loved books.) I pushed my covers off and groaned.

I woke up early up early on a weekend! I hate it when I do that! I thought, frustrated.

So I did what I always did when I wake up early- I took a shower, got dressed, blow dried my hair, and went to my kitchen to made myself some tea.

I have always had supper good senses, so I heard my dad in his kitchen right below me. (Yes I did say his and my kitchens, because we each have separate kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms living rooms, and studies.) I wondered what he was doing up this early when I heard voices coming from downstairs. One was my dad, but the other was a woman's I didn't recognize.

"Clare what are you doing here!" My dad said in a hushed tone. "She could wake up any minute!"

"Daniel, I just wanted to ask if we are still on for tonight?" Clare asked innocently "Besides she won't wake up- she's in her room sound asleep, isn't she?"

"Well..." My dad sounded hesitant.

"Common! It'll be fine Daniel!" Clare pleaded.

"Fine. We will talk but we have to be quiet," my dad sighed.

"Yay!" Clare cheered.

"SHHHH!"

"Oh sorry," Claire whispered. "Yay."

"Anyways- what did you want," my dad asked in a hushed tone

"I just came to ask if you were still coming on our date tonight," she asked with a casual tone.

Date? Since when was my dad dating! Why didn't he tell me? Does he think I wouldn't like his girlfriend? Or does he think I would embarrass him like before? But before I could speculate more I had to listen to what my dad was saying.

"Yes... Yes I will." My dad sounded hesitant but was more sure with the second yes, "and I will tell her about us, too. We can't have her finding out without me being the one telling her."

"YAY!" she shouted

"QUIET!" My Dad hissed.

"Sorry," Clare said, obviously too lost in thought about their date to care about being quiet. "Okay, so I'll call the restaurant and reserve us a table, and you will tell Johannah about us."

I listened holding my breath, I did not want to have the awkward conversation with him that I was spying on them and knew all about it.

"Yes, I will, sweety. Now don't worry." My dad sounded exasperated

"Its not us I'm worried about- it's you. You've been out of it the past few days and I'm worried," she fretted

"Relax. I will be there and I will tell her," my dad promised.

"Okay Honey. Well I should go and you should relax. It's not the end of the world," she kidded but just then my tea maker dinged. I cursed in ancient Greek, but I didn't have time to wonder how I knew what it meant or how I knew it was ancient Greek because I could hear my dad coming up the stairs.

I hurriedly grabbed my iPod, put on my sound-proof headphones, and pretended to be blasting my favorite classic rock hits just in time before my dad opened the door.

My dad was a well built in the I-do-triathlon, but a hunt-too sort of way. He was wearing his camo PJ's and his hair was rumpled- like when you sleep on one side of your head so only half of it sticks straight up into the air like he put it on a board and used hair spray to stick half of it straight up and keep the rest perfect in his "I'm a cool guy" sort of way.

"Hi Joey, what's up with my little girl," my dad asked in the light toned voice he used with me when I was a kid.

I held up one finger pretended to pause my music and took my headphones off. "Not much, Dadster," I said the same way I always did like there was nothing up, thanking my school silently for acting classes.

"Well... I just came in here to talk to you for a second," he said like he was afraid of telling me something which obviously he was and I even knew what that was but I kept my cool.

"Shoot," I said like I couldn't see he was scared.

"Well, um. How do I say this...? I have been dating someone for the past month... and she really wants to meet you sometime... Ugh I have no way to say this without it sounding stupid... Um..."

"Dad stop," I said in a tone that said it's alright. "I get what your saying and I am really happy for you, but just answer me this before I go all I will be nice to her and not try to break you up. Do you love her." I had said this with a tone that said you-better-be-serious-or-your-

second-degree-black-belt-daughter-will-flip-you-over-her-shoulder.

"Yes." My dad finally sounded confident like he ruled the world, like he did when I was little and I went with him on "take your child to work" day.

"Then I will meet her before I judge her," I said knowing that I would like her.

Because if my dad could sound that confident about loving her, she was a keeper. I just hoped that I wouldn't ruin it like I ruined everything else.

"Thank you Joey," he said and at that moment he looked like a tired forty-five year old man and not the guy who acted like he was thirty-five when ever he could. "I love you, and Clare will be around here at about eight-ish so please be in nice clothes by then," he said, looking pointedly at my sharpie designed genes

"Relax Daddy-o. I will," I said with a playful smile as my dad went back downstairs to his house- leaving me in my little apartment alone and feeling happier than ever.

By seven o'clock I was dancing around my room with excitement, getting my clothes ready for meeting Clare.

My dad had helped me look through my closet earlier and decided that my clothes were a little old, finally deciding to give me money to go shopping downtown. I called my BFFs Haily, Emma, Moe Moe, and Johnie, and told them all to meet me at Lloyd center to get me some new clothes, because I often have trouble picking out clothes on my own.

We had so much fun laughing, joking, and trying on clothes we lost track of time and it was almost six o'clock by the time we were done. I had picked out a nice new pair of skinny jeans, a pair of black high heel sneakers, a TARDIS blue short sleeve shirt, and a black leather jacket. After I talked with Clare I planned to go to the movies with the group of friends. Looking in the mirror I now saw a five-foot-six, forteen year-old girl, with auburn hair and silver eyes like rays from the moon.

But what I saw, that I didn't want see as well, were all the other years that were cooped up inside of me- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13 are all still there, all still trying to speak. The 4 year-old, is saying "no he is my daddy. She can't have him."

The 6 year-old says the same thing.

But what worries me is what the forteen-year-old is saying, "You are going to screw this up exactly like all the other times."

What's really worrying is the fact that I believe the fourteen year-old me. What makes it worse is that I didn't even know how right I was…