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-seaweedbrain537

Karsten's POV

Look, you don't wanna be a half-blood.

It's scary and dangerous. Read this for fiction, don't be looking for facts. Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name's Karsten Luckie. I'm thirteen years old and I'm in the eighth grade. I've got ADHD and dyslexia which makes it REALLY hard to do well in school. Education isn't exactly my talent.

It was the last day of eighth grade. I was worried that something was gonna go wrong. See, a bunch of weird things have happened to me as a kid. Everything was going great. Me and my best friend Jo Spencer were trying not to get noticed by the almost legendary school bully Merissa. I saw her ready to punch some 6th grade girl and my ADHD took over. I slugged her in the nose. Oops.

I got sent home early that day. I was suspended but it really didn't matter because it was the last day of school. I got home and went up to my bedroom. See we have a pretty big house. My stepdad is the CEO of some huge company. I mean, I'm living it up but it's lonely in our big house for the three of us. I like my stepdad. I really do. It's just that I don't think anyone could replace my father even though I've never met him. My mother always said that we had the same black hair. His eyes were a stormy gray, mine electric blue. I feel like I have some very vague memory of him that I just can't quite recall. I try not to think about him too much because I get teary but sometimes I can't help but wonder. I know this isn't supposed to be a sob story. Sorry. Anyway I found my mom, Margaret Luckie, and hugged her. I love my mom. I don't know why but I still have this attachment to her like I'm still in kindergarten. She is always willing to put up with me even though sometimes I feel like I cause her nothing but trouble.

"Hey, Sweetie. How was your day?" my mom said.

"Great." I lied not wanting to crush her good mood by telling her I slugged some girl in the face today.

"That's good. Do you maybe wanna call Jo? She could come here and it might take your mind off the troubles of the day." my mom told me. She was on to me. She could sense my emotions. Either that or the school contacted her.

"Sure. I'll call her." I replied. It's nice to have Jo around. I can really talk to her.

"Ok. Let me know if she can come. I'm gonna order some Chinese take-out." with that, she kissed my head and was gone.

So I called Jo and she came. I don't know how it came up but for some reason whenever I talk to her we always end up discussing my dad.

"I don't know. I mean I feel like she's keeping something from me, but I think it hurts her to talk about him. I feel bad to bring it up. I mean, we are all perfectly happy living our lives without me ever even knowing who he is. We don't need him. He left and I'm in no hurry to accept him." I said. Like I said, I pretty much spill my guts to Jo.

Thunder rumbled.

"So you're telling me you're not the least bit interested in who your father is?" said Jo.

"I never said that. I'm curious to know who he is, but that doesn't mean I want him like marrying my mom or anything." I said.

"Are you sure? I bet if he walked in that door right now, you'd welcome him with open arms." Jo said. I was so annoyed.

"Whatever. Let's go for a walk."

"It's dark, though."

"Your point?"

"Your mom won't let us go."

"That's why we go out through the window." I opened my window. I was on the second floor. There was a ladder there though so we made it down safe. Except that I fell from halfway down into a shrub. Ow.

"Where to?" Jo asked.

"I don't know. Just around." I said.

That's when I saw it.