I've always been the odd one out, the forgotten one, the "oh I didn't know you were even invited" one. It's always been that way ever since I was born. Now now, before you go calling CPS on my parents I must inform you that I wasn't really born, per se, I've just always been around.

To elaborate further, my name is Caridelle, daughter of Hermes and Seriah the nymph. I am known as The Goddess of Going ons. I am aware of virtually everything that happens on Mount Olympus. All I have to do is open my book of going ons and read up on the news.

Because of my knowledge, I've often been alienated from the other Gods and ignored by the other goddesses. The gods are wary of me because they are scared of their newest escapades becoming public, especially to their wives. The goddesses don't care for me because I am of no great use to them unless they want to know where their lover was the night before or what the mermaids really think of their new sandals.

If I give into one side, the other side hates me. So instead, I stay on my cloud all day and gaze at the humans.

Humans...what peculiar creatures they are. They work all day and go to home to a family with children and a spouse. Goodness, they only take on one spouse at that! They seem to be an accepting people who don't ask many questions.

And yet, I resent the humans. There are countless shrines dedicated to the various immortals of Olympus. But in all of my existence there has never been one for Caridelle. I may not be the most important or well liked immortal, but at least somebody should have noticed me by now.

I looked down. There were two human men standing below me talking. One of them laughed and the other patted him on his back. I sighed and stood up from my position on my stomach. I stretched and looked around.

My cloud was cloud of modest size. I had thousands of books in a case that wrapped around half the perimeter of my cloud. I had a chaise and a desk with a silver telescope that was meant for gathering information on my fellow gods that I never used.

I wished that I had something to do, to have a friend who I could laugh with and who would pat me on the back. One of my sisters, a forest nymph named Farmonia, was the closest thing I had to a friend. I have many siblings, mind you. My father isn't known for being monogamous.

Tonight there would be a party celebrating Zeus for the umpteenth time. I had to go out of courtesy. I had no fancy clothes, just a simple white toga and sandals. I was told that I shined silver at times but considering some immortals shined all colors of the rainbow, that wasn't so fancy. My only saving grace would have to be my long curly red hair.

I glanced back down at the humans one last time.

"Wouldn't it be great to be one?" I asked myself.