Make Me Your Aphrodite
Thank you to everyone who is giving this story a chance. Hater's gonna hate I guess. I know this is a little unusual so stay with me! Everything in Percy Jackson and the Olympians happened. Everything in The Lost Hero happened. Except at the end where they say Percy is at Camp Jupiter. Percy is back at Camp Half-Blood and he is as handsome as ever. Disregard everything after The Lost Hero. Thanks I hope ya'll enjoy my story!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus. If I did I wouldn't be sitting in my room at my computer…*sigh*
Chapter 1: Chaos
Skyler POV:
Chaos.
Complete and utter chaos.
That's pretty much how you can define my life at camp half blood. Chaotic.
Maybe I should start from the beginning for the people who are a little slow at things. That's right! You in the back, I'm gonna say this one time and one time only.
My name is Skyler Elizabeth Jones but you can call me Skyler or Sky. Either or is perfectly fine with me. I'm 18 years old and I'm a demigod. Daughter of Aphrodite goddess of love and beauty. I'm about 5'5" and have long hair that falls into light curls/waves to the middle of my back and is a chestnut color. My eyes are a lovely emerald color and I've got the build of a dancer. Considering I am one.
Although I'm the daughter of the goddess of beauty I don't find myself all that beautiful. How cliché right? A story about girl who doesn't think she's beautiful. Well want to know another cliché about me? I'm extremely guarded. It takes a lot to get me to open up.
Up until a few weeks ago I didn't know any of this existed. But it does. The gods and goddesses of Olympus. When they have children with mortals they are called demigods. Which is what I am. Normally we get summoned to camp half-blood at a young age. Me? I didn't go until I was almost 17 years old. I guess my mom forgot about me. Most gods and goddesses do.
I bet your wondering how I got here right. Well it's a pretty interesting story. I guess I'll start from the beginning.
You see I live in Brooklyn, New York well lived in Brooklyn. I was born and raised their. We were so happy. But when my mom was killed, my dad met Vicky, my current stepmom. We had to move to the bad part of town where she lived when they got married.
I was about 5 years old when we moved. Once we moved dad enrolled me in Patton Elementary School. Things were going great, until about 5 minutes into my first day. That was the first time I broke my nose. The second time was when I was 9 and the third 11. The same person every time. Christina James. She along with her boyfriend Carl Johnson were jerks to me. They were also 2 years older. But they took me under their wing any ways. I don't see why though.
You see, they hated me and I hated them. And we both knew it. But we were a gang anyways. Not like a gang that goes to the mall and hangs out for fun. But the kind that gets into trouble. And lots of it.
In between all of that I also took dance lessons. My grandparents were apparently dancers so dad wanted me to be one to. I was the best dancer at Studio Sea. But there was something else in between those dance lessons.
Fighting.
Not fighting like boxing and wrestling. Fighting like in an alley until someone was knocked unconscious first. Which was normally me. Until I got the hang of things. The fights happened every Friday in the alley behind the town bowling alley. They started when I was 12 and everyone else in both gangs were 14.
The fights were between our gang and a gang across town. Each gang picked a person to fight and who ever won got privileges to the bowling alley that week. That's where we liked to hang the bowling alley were we fought. Ironic right?
When I turned 16 that's when we started knife fighting. I got some bad scrapes and scars. Especially one on my right shoulder that I don't really talk about. These fights started to scare me so I wanted out. But apparently once you're in you're not out until your dead. They made it clear to me.
A week before my 18th birthday and fall dance recital (which so happened to be on the same day) Christina and Carl came to have a chat with me.
"Yo Jones!" yelled Christina, "We gotta talk to you." Groaning and slamming my car door shut I turned to look at her.
As always she was wearing all dark colors that were too tight to be comfortable. Her blond hair up in a ponytail teased up in the front. Her bright green eyes were popping with all the black eyeliner and mascara she was wearing.
"What is it Christina?" I sigh
She smiled at Carl who was next to her, also wearing dark clothes. And like Christina his blue eyes were lined with eyeliner. Not as much as hers but enough to notice. His dark hair spiked up as always.
"We wanted to inform you that your birthday is next week!" she said excitedly. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah I know that Christina, what's your point?" I asked. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
"My point silly, is that you are turning 18! And in our gang when you turn 18 that means it's time to step up the fighting!" She exclaimed.
"What do you mean 'step up the fighting'?" I asked nervously
"Guns." Carl said simply.
On the outside I remained calm. But on the inside I was freaking out. Guns? Fighting with guns? Who the hell does that? I'm freaking 17 (soon to be 18) years old!
"When's the fight?" I said calmly not wanting them to notice my fear.
"The 9th of November, 6pm. Be there or you know what happens." Threatened Carl.
"Wait that's what time my recital starts! I can't miss it!" I said suddenly nervous. I can't miss my recital! I have the opening solo!
"So? Don't you have those all the time?" Christina asked chopping on her gum rather loudly. Deciding she was probably right I said to her,
"Ok I'll be there." They looked at me suspiciously.
"You sure?" Carl questioned. I nodded.
"Positive" I said. They nodded their good bye and left. Right there and then I had to make a decision that would change my life forever.
I was going to run away.
Do you like? I promise it will be less fluffy next chapter! Please review! Give me constructive criticism please. Nothing to mean please! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Make Me Your Aphrodite! See ya next time!
-SophieElizabethXOXO J