Chapter 1: Meet Miss Swift.

Lindy's Perspective:

Hi, nice to meet you. My name's Selinda Beatrice Lorre, but my friends call me Lindy. However, you now may know me by another name, but please call me Lindy. I was just a teenage delinquent from Wisconsin, but one day, a day which seemed like any other day, but, little did I know, my life was about to change forever.

I woke up on a Monday morning to my mom's incessant yelling. " SELINDA, SELINDA", she squawked, " COME DOWN NOW OR YOU'LL GO TO SCHOOL WITH NO BREAKFAST". " God, I coming, no need to threaten me with not getting breakfast", I sighed. " DON'T YOU TAKE THE LORD'S NAME IN VAIN, AND DON'T YOU TALK BACK TO ME. NOW COME DOWN", she shrieked. Knowing it was no use arguing with her any longer, I pulled myself out of bed and trudged to the door. I plodded my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, to see my mom standing by the hob, hand on her hip and an expression that would make the angler fish like the most beautiful thing ever. God, how she irritated me. I can never believe that I'm her biological daughter, as we are complete opposites. She is fanatically religious; I'm couldn't give a damn about religion, she always adheres strictly to rules and the law; I've been arrested more times than I can count. Granted, she raised me on her own, which was hard for her, and she always stuck up for me when I was arrested, and she refused to send me to a "special" school after I was diagnosed with kleptomania. I am grateful to her for all she's done for me, but moments like these make me completely forget my gratitude to her. " Selinda, why do you always rise late", she snarled, green eyes glaring daggers at me. For some strange reason, she always insists on calling me Selinda, which I hate. " Mom, I don't rise late, you rise too early", I said. " Ridiculous, sixo' clock is not too early, in fact, it's not early at all. Young people these days, always wasting the day sleeping when they should be using the wasted time productively", she sniffed. She turned back to the oatmeal, flicking her raven ponytail over her shoulder. Seeing this as a dismissal, I went to the table, took last night's math homework out of my schoolbag and proceeded to do it as I waited. Seriously, my mom acts like she's 50, but really she's only 35. She look 50 though, with her razor - sharp features, her long, slightly hooked nose, her papery skin, her tall narrow frame and her silver - streaked raven hair. This may be due to the fact that she had me when she was twenty, and there was complications with the pregnancy. Now I'm fifteen, and I'm no closer to looking like her. the trait we share is being tall. I've an athletic build, an upturned nose and upturned eyebrows, curly brown hair, sallow skin and pretty attractive brown eyes ( if you will excuse the vanity ). I was jolted out of my reverie by my mom's squawk of " OATMEAL'S READY". She marched over to the table carrying two bowls and the pot of oatmeal, glaring at me. I tried to hide my math homework under the table. " Selinda, what do I always tell you? Do your homework the night you're assigned it", she snapped, glaring at me some. " Sorry", I whimpered, stuffing my math into my bag. My mom slammed the bowls onto the table and poured oatmeal into both. She then went to the sink. I bolted for the silverware, grabbed a spoon and rushed back to the table before Mom could apprehend me.

I gobbled down the oatmeal, ran to the sink, depositing my bowl and spoon, and bolted up the stairs to my room.

Beatrice's Perspective:

Beatrice Lorre watched her daughter race out of the room. She thought about Selinda and pondered the circumstances of her birth and her father. She flashed back to sixteen years ago...

Beatrice sat on the balcony of her flat, looking out over the city of Washington D.C. She heard her roommate open the door of their apartment and enter. She went to greet her and help her with her shopping. She went back out onto the balcony and to her shock and to her shock there was a young man dangling off the balcony, holding onto the bars for dear life. She gasped, and ran forward to help him. She grabbed his wrists and hauled him up onto the balcony, where he promptly collapsed on top of her. Blushing she got to her feet. " Are you all right", she asked the man, who was gasping for breath. " I'll survive. Thank you by the way". " Don't mention it, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if I let you fall", Beatrice gasped, a little out of breath herself. The young man grinned. He looked about 19 years old, with elf - like features and a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. He was well - tanned, had an athletic build and curly black hair. He got to his feet. " How did you get there", Beatrice asked, eyes wide. " Let's just say I don't get on as well with my roommate as you do with yours", he chuckled, " I'd better be getting back to my apartment now". " Don't you want to stay for a drink or a bite to eat. You're hardly fit to go right now, after what just happened", Beatrice implored. "Fine, I think I can stay for a few minutes". Beatrice smiled and they went into her apartment proper.

It had been 11 months since she had met the mysterious stranger on the balcony, and now she was in the hospital, 5 weeks pregnant. She was resting after the check - up in a hospital bed when the door opened a strange woman came in. She was dressed in a hooded black cotton coat, and she was wearing Ray - Bans and combat boots. Beatrice edged away from her. "Who are you? What do you want?", Beatrice said shakily. " Oh, I want you Beatrice and the baby inside you, but I didn't come here to talk about me, I came here to warn you", the mysterious woman whispered. " Warn me about what?", Beatrice whispered, edging further away from her. " Some time into the future, you will be visited by certain persons. They will want to take your daughter away from you and to a place called Camp Half - Blood. You must refuse them", she said. "What on earth are you talking about? Why would anyone want to take my daughter away? What is Camp Half - Blood? How do you know I'm going to have a girl?" "It doesn't matter how I know, you just must refuse them".

"I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave my room this instant, I will call the cops on you". " Oh, you don't talk to me like that", the woman whispered menacingly. " I can talk to you whatever way I want, now leave ", Beatrice said shrilly, her voice trembling. The woman hissed, spun and marched out of the room, leaving the doors swinging behind her.

Beatrice jumped back to the present. To this day she did not knowwho that woman was, but she agreed to follow her orders after the... complications with Selinda's birth. After all she was just trying to protect her.