How many stories have you read, heard, seen, or made up yourself where the character's life was perfect until they found the truth about themselves?

Hi. I'm Diamond Heger, and like my last name, I'm a strange case.

And it's not because I've been in the Foster service my whole life. Literally. I've lived in California since I was eight, and if I called anywhere home, it'd be there. No where specific, I've had homes all around. You could call me a hard kid.

At least, they call me a hard kid. The Foster-service-people. And just about-okay-everyone else.

I've realized this by ninth grade, fourteen years old. The girl's made fun of me for hanging with the boys, playing sports with them during recess and partnering up with them and such, the boys made fun of me because I'm easy to make fun of. And my friends, their non-existent. If you're talking about real friends. So, I faked. Everything. I made a whole new personality to match my looks, curly blond hair, big cheeks and big soft brown eyes, a body that's fragile while not being stick-like-skinny, and in no way matching my true toughness weirdo personality.

But this story isn't about that part of my life. Like I said it isn't because of my past. Instead, it's about when I went to a special camp-yup, Camp Half-Blood. Where I had adventures and made friends and romance…

Hah. I wish it was just that.

It started that summer, the summer between ninth and tenth grade, a little after I had turned fifteen. I was going to start at the school that I had transferred to in the middle of the year.

I never started.

Of course, if we're really going to start at the beginning, when all this godly stuff started, we'd have to start back when there was two weeks before summer. The week before I went to Camp.

It happened two months and one week ago,I was sitting were I always do, every night to watch the sunset.

It's just off my neighborhood. A little forest, with a little opening on a short cliff overlooking the beach.

That night's sunset was beautiful. Just enough orange, with a soft purple sky promising a night of clear starry night, red inking in-between the purple and orange.

I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"Beautiful, wasn't it?"

Now I've had a lot of experiences with being snuck up on, mostly because I don't pay attention to my surroundings. I know how to hide my reaction.

But this guy freaked me out.

One second I was alone, and then poof he appeared behind me right as the sun was setting.

After my surprised jump, having to pull my butt back up from almost falling off the edge, I turned over to answer cool-y.

"It was wasn't it?" I almost gasped at what I saw

He was an eighteen year old looking guy, wearing a jacket, jeans, and neon orange sneakers. His hands were casually in his pocket; his hair was curly golden blonde, his eyes sky blue.

He was an extreme babe. And obviously not from here. And possibly unaware of the over-a-hundred-degrees thing.

He sat next to me and nodded modestly.

"One of my top best, if I do say so myself."

I didn't understand what he meant; I decided to play it safe and went along.

"Yeah, it was beautiful."

I turned and gave my best smile. "Names Diamond, by the way, like the jewel." That's how I always introduce myself. It's my line.

He grinned, showing off his blinding white teeth.

"Strong, and beautiful, I've always loved Diamonds."

Then he stuck his hand out.

"Apollo, pleasured, I'm sure." He kept up that great grin.

I smiled sweetly, forced myself not to blush and shook his hand.

I liked him right away. That was by far the best compliment I've ever gotten. Even if it was more of a compliment to diamonds.

He started stating facts about sunsets and rises. I was memorized that he was acting so natural. Hey teenage girl, sitting on a cliff on a mountain that's not exactly allowed to be entered, wasup?

He even recited some sun poems.

They were probably awful. But I'm horrible at poetry. If it rhymed and sounds okay, then they were good in my mind

We talked until the sun rose.

When he was spotting it out to me, I jumped to my feet right away and freaked out.

"I have to go! Sorry their going to kill me!" He just chuckle and stood up.

He grabbed my shoulders to calm me.

"Do not worry, Diamond. They won't even notice. See you tonight, same time?"

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

When I opened my eyes-Who knows how long after- he was gone.

I could have stayed there all day wondering what just happened, but didn't have the time.

I ran home, expecting a yelling at and grounding, but instead, no one looked at me twice.

They acted as if I was just waking up.

I was so exhausted, that I slept on the bus to and from school. The only reason why I stayed up during school was by thinking of Apollo. And the cup of coffee I had pried from my Foster mom that morning.

Then, when I got home, I ignored my home work and went straight asleep. Setting an alarm, I woke twenty minutes before the sun set.

I went back to the same spot and he met me there.

We talked about random things. My last foster home, my current foster home, he recited some poems, and we talked more.

But we didn't talk about that morning.

When the sun rose, the same thing happened.

A kiss and he disappeared.

That day, I was exhausted. I slept a little in class and only got by because of the cup of straight black coffee I drank. Thank goodness the last few weeks of school was easy.

But that time when I met him, I made him tell me how he kept disappearing.

And he did.

He told me about Greek and Roman gods, how I'm the daughter of one, how he's a god, he talked about the wars and everything.

Every day for that week we met in the same place and he answered all my questions.

Then, on the last day, a school called about accepting kids like me. Getting kicked out of schools and not sitting still, socially disturbed kids, they called me.

Apollo warned me already, so I knew it was the camp.

Apollo brought me to camp and promised to visit soon.

But he never did.

That's the story of how I came to camp,

And fell in love with the great god Apollo.

In the two months of camp, I became friends with a lot of people. A lot in my opinion, of course.

Here, they have nothing to make fun of. We're all ADHD. We all can't read. We all are messed up and have been kicked out of hundreds of schools.

In the first two months of living here, I became really good friends with four other kids.

They're a lot like me. The gods had a deal to claim everyone by the time they turn thirteen, and all of us except on thirteen year old are already past thirteen. But undetermined.

Everyone's been paying attention to see who our parents are. But not as much as we are.

Though we act like we don't. Part of me isn't sure if I even want to be claimed. It'll make it harder to hate them. While it's fine if you rant about the gods in general, and your parent without knowing who they are, you cursing their name specifically… They're not really for that.

And really, for awhile, I was happy.

And then I was claimed.

I know, It's pretty cheesy and Mary Sue-ey. Oh! My OC is so cool, she's got the name of a fricken jewel and the god of the sun noticed her. Suck it! Hah, it isn't like that I swear.

And for those who read my first version of this, well. I hope this is better. Tell me what you think, I'm trying to keep the same plot while making the writing better and more interesting. Thanks for reading! And,

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