Hello, there. This will be the first of a series called "Half-Blood Tales". First fanfic! Be nice! Reviews would be amazing! Thank you!
I never asked to be a half-blood; so when I complain, live with me, alright? I started out like you. (Most of you.) I was born in a hospital, went to pre-school, been bullied etc. etc... Up until the third grade when my friend got in a fight and broke her arm. I only touched her... and, it just... mended itself. No rational explanation, nothing. Whenever I got cut, of bruised, it just... healed itself. Now, on to the story.
My friend, Emily, and I were having what I thought was just another conversation. We were sitting on her couch, my duffel bag ready. I was going on a road trip with her and her dad.
"Where's your bag?" I asked.
She hesitated. "In the car, I think..."
"You think?"
"Uhh... I think my dad put it there." Her light brown hair fell over her blue eyes and she brushed it away.
"Oh. Alright."
"Girls! Come on!" Her father called from outside. We got up, loaded some stuff in the van, and headed off. Little did I know I wasn't coming home anytime soon... After a few minutes, Emily turned to face me.
"Look," She said her face looking more like 20 than 12. "You're not normal."
"Excuse me?"
"You're... special."
"Special, how?" I crossed my arms.
"You're a half-blood."
"What?"
"Half god, half human."
"Yeah! And you're a centaur!" We learned Greek Mythology this year, and we were obsessed.
"Actually a satyress." She said, taking off her jeans, underneath, was a goat's lower half.
"Oh. My. God." I gasped.
"Gods"
"You mean... they're real?"
"What do you think?" I was about to answer when a loud thud came from outside.
"What was that?" I asked. My question was soon to be answered...
Not very proud. Did this randomly, so don't judge! It will get better and slower paced. Promise!