I didn't want to have a Greek goddess as my mom.
As far as I knew, I didn't even give a damn about the Greek gods. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Then why are we reading this?!"
Let me answer that for you, the only reason why I'm saying something about the weird events happening to me lately is because I'm scared out of my mind.
I've gotten kicked out of almost all of the high schools in the state of Washington, for no apparent reason at all. I have severe ADHD, and I'm very dyslexic so it's very hard for me to get good grades in school, or let alone be a good student.
If I'm being honest with myself I think I'm going insane.
Just last week I could have sworn I saw this life half man half horse thing running (galloping?) through the forest lines from my bedroom window.
But that's not the strangest thing. I've been having these weird dreams.
They're about this girl who has curly blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. In my dreams she's usually wearing this tattered orange t-shirt that had something written on it, but the words have faded. Her jeans are soaked with water and a liquid substance that closely resembles blood. Clipped on her hip she had a dirty worn out New York Yankees hat and a huge sword gleaming in her right hand. Her eyes are the color gray. Not like sparkly silver, like the color of cement. She's stuck in the woods in some dreams, cement rooms in others. She's very beautiful, but she seems to be running away from something. Or maybe to something? Apparently whatever is happening to her is pretty bad. Every time my dreams about her she looks directly at me and screams,
"My name is Annabeth Chase, please help me contact Percy Jackson at Camp Half Blood!"
When the dreams became more frequent I knew there wasn't anything else to do but honor her request.
My name is Eleanor Pact, and this is how I became a demi-god, and the story of how I was able to prevail.