I would love to tell you that I had carmel colored hair that cascaded down my back.
I would love to tell you that I had a perfect complexion.
I would love to tell you that I didn't break out in hives when ever I got close to a horse.
I would love to tell you that I was the perfect swimmer.
I would love to tell you that I had a mother and father that loved me and we lived in a perfect nice home in the suburbs.
And more than anything I would love to tell you that I wasn't a demigod who was raised Catholic and forced to give up everything she ever believed in because one of her parents was super powerful pagan greek god.
Now I could tell you all of that but it would be a horrible lie. This is my story. I'm Marisa, and until I turned thirteen, I lived in a small orphanage in the middle of Kansas. I always hoped to find a family, but no one in their right mind would adopt and girl with frizzy red hair, freckles, ADHD, dyslexia, and could't go to a petting zoo with out a trip to the hospital. I was raised by Sister Carroll and Sister Margo, two nuns that help run the orphanage. I have absolutely no idea who my parents, are or if they are even alive. But I would quickly find out when a new foster child with a strange limp shows up at the orphanage…
So… love it? Hate it? This is just the prologue I know its short but the real chapters will be longer. sorry for the tedious beginning.