Hi, my name is Kellie and this is my story. If you don't know already, I am a demigod. No demigod wants to be a demigod, I absolutly hate it. My story starts when we moved from a small town in Oregon to Manhattan, New York. Don't ask how my Dad got the idea, but it was pretty wild for a forty-two year old, trial lawyer that has strick limits every where around the house.

Okay, back to the story. At this time, my dad was talking on the phone.

"What do you mean we have to move?" He yelled into the phone. "I can't just pick up my life and move to Manhattan! I don't care about your camp!" He had paused for a second. "Yes, I have, what does that have to do with anything?" His eyes got very big. "There is no possible way. Fine. Goodbye." He hung up the phone.

I was sitting at the table, doing my advanced math homework. "Who was that?" I was fourteen at the time.

"Mr. Brunner." He snapped. "We're moving. Go start packing up your stuff."

Even as a lawyer, I had never seen my Dad so stressed. "Where to?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

"New York! Go get packed!" He hissed.

I scrambled away and slamed my bedroom door. I picked up my phone and texted my best friend Chloe.

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Chloe?

Hey Kellie! What's up?

I'm moving. :'(

What? Where?

New York. Dad just got a call from somebody.

OMG, meet me at All mine. CU thre

I sighed. My Dad probabley wouldn't let me go. So I opened my window and climbed out into our yard. I fell into a flower bed and brussed the dirt off my pants.

I snuck around the front of the house and grabbed my bike out of the shed. I sped away from the house and flew down the side walk.

I parked my bike in front of the yogurt shop, I went inside and ordered my usual. Cake batter, cookie dough and oreos.

A few minutes later, Chloe walked in. "Kellie! Oh my god! I can't beleive it!" She gushed after she got her yogurt.

"I know, me too." I looked down at my yogurt.

"Well, at least you'll have somewhere to go shopping." Chloe always looked on the bright side. "And maybe they'll have somthing for your dyslexia!"

"You know I hate shopping," I laughed. "What if I can't make new friends?" I hated to get all depressed again.

Chloe smiled. "I'm sure you'll make a lot of nerd friends that will fangirl all day long with you." She laughed at my nerdy-ness.

"Hey," I pointed at her. "That's offensive to fangirls!"

She held up her hands. "Sorry! I won't mess with your fandom!"

I laughed. "So, what are we going to do about this?" I placed my hands on the table.

"Well," She placed her phone on the table. "We could text everyday... But New York has a different time zone then Oregon..." Chloe looks like she's going to cry.

I patted her arm. "We can skype everyday." I reasured her, not sure if I can keep the promise.

Right then, my phone started ringing. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"It's time for you to come home." It was my Dad.

"How did you now I was gone?" I asked.

"I just know." I heard some backround noise. Like he was lifting somthing in a box.

"Okay, I'll be home in a second." I sighed and snapped my phone shut.

"Who was that?" Chloe looked horrified.

"My Dad." I sighed once more. "I need to go home." I stood up and pushed in my chair.

"Okay, text me before you leave." Chloe sniffed.

"I will." I hug her and slide onto my bike and start pedeling back to my house.

I glide into my drive way and park my bike on the porch, sense we will be packing it anyway.

"Dad, I'm home." I stomped through the door and stopped in my tracks. "Wow." The whole house was packed.

"Well, are you ready?" My Dad came in with a box in his arms.

"I haven't packed my room yet." I stutter and stumble to my room.

"It's packed." My Dad smiked.

I stared at him with a face that would've gotten slapped if I had an actual mother at the time. "Nuh uh."

My Dad smirked again. "Yeah huh. Go check."

I walked to my room and pushed open the door. "Holy Cow." I laugh back at this because I realize that holy cows are Apollo's red cows. "How did you get this all packed in ten minutes?" I checked inside my closet.

"It's a secret." My Dad walked out of the room. "Now, start loading stuff in the truck." He rubbed his hands together.

"What truck?" I looked outside.

My Dad smiled. "That truck." He pointed to the truck that had just pulled into our drive way.

I rubbed my forehead. "I am so confused." That was not normal for me.

"Well, don't just stand there!" My Dad snapped with three boxes in his hands.

I picked up the smallest box I could find, because I didn't have all my demigod muscles yet, and found three more and started walking to the truck.

"Is that all you can carry?" My Dad stacked the boxes in the truck.

"Hey, the only heavy thing I carry around is textbooks." I yelled over my shoulder.

After a couple of hours, the truck was loaded and me and my Dad headed for the airport.