I think eyes are unfair. Most of the people who have two use them to stare at me. They stare and whisper and try not to point, and even if they don't see that I've only got one eye – they still think that I'm different. And then I've only got one to glare back with, which seems sort of cruelly ironic.
Percy taught me that word. He says that it describes the way mortals think of me, since I'm so nice and everything. Percy's great. He's my best friend and my brother, isn't that cool? Most of the time, I'm really happy about it. Sometimes though, I realize that it's very, very sad. Percy's got the whole camp to be his friends, and I've only got him and Annabeth. Grover too, I guess.
I try not to think about it too much. I've got what I'm good at, after all. I can make things, and I can be nice to people, and I'm pretty good in battle. It's not such a bad package for someone like me. But every once in a while, I wish that I were more like everybody else.
They have two eyes, and nice features. And they can talk to each other, without the words coming out all garbled. Whenever I speak, it never sounds as good as it does in my head. Percy told me that he understands this, since he has trouble reading. I asked him why, cause he has two eyes and everything, and he laughed. I liked making him laugh; maybe that's something else I'm good at.
I feel kind of weird at Camp Half Blood. I'm not a demigod like everyone else. The other campers talk about their two parents – a god and human, and I don't get to do that. Grover doesn't either, which is actually something we have in common. I still get jealous though. They have real families, and I really don't understand why they complain about them so much. I'd give anything to have parents like they do.
I met Percy's mom. She's so nice and pretty, that I got really jealous of Percy. He's my brother though, so I didn't say anything. He deserves a mom like her, I guess. Percy's the nicest guy I know.
I was really happy when he started dating Annabeth. They make the greatest couple, I think. I like the way the look at each other when the other person's head is turned; I think it's really sweet and funny. Sometimes Percy tells Grover and me about their dates, and how they go to movies and stuff. It makes me wish that I had a girlfriend, especially when Grover and Juniper go with them. Percy thinks that I'll get one really soon, but I don't know. I haven't met many others like me lately.
Lately, I've been trying to feel happy about my differences. After all, the demigods are all really different, and they like it that way. At least, I think they do. I'm not all that sure, actually. But Percy says that it's the differences that get you noticed, and that I should be proud to have one eye. I don't know if it's true, but since Percy said it, I guess it is. So I like who I am. Or at least, I'm trying to. It doesn't always work though, especially when the people stare at me. I really hate eyes. It's the one big reminder of what I'm missing.