Hey guys, this is my first (what I call) "new story". I'm trying to pay more attention to the guidlines on this site, learn from other users mistakes, and write from my heart. Flames aren't my favorite, but I accept CC. Sorry this is so short! I like to think of it as a good intro.
Aurora POV
For as long as I can remember, I've know things about people they don't even know about themselves. In first grade, Kimmy Henderson always said she hated this kid Tom, but somehow I knew she was lying. In 8th grade, I knew that Steven Anderson was cheating on my best friend Amber, even though I'd never actually seen him with another girl. Another thing I've know or as long as I can remember is that Camp Half-Blood is my only home. According to Chiron, I was dumped here three days after I was born. But, I still haven't managed to make any friends. I'm pretty, but I'm not drop-dead gorgeous. I'm not a wall flower, but I'm not adventurous either. I think I would have friends if I knew who my immortal parent was. Then maybe I would go to a cabin with a bunch of people just like me, instead of just being with a bunch of "unclaimed" demigods who, like me, don't know who they are. Sometimes I wonder if I really am a half-blood. I've always been at Camp Half-Blood, so I haven't really had any run-ins with monsters. I'm unclaimed. I don't really have a particular talent. I think that knowing how people feel about others is just sort of a hunch I have. It's nothing special.
At least, that's what I thought at first.