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Chapter 2- Evie

Evelyn Greene they call me, also known as Evie. Yep. That's me. I have tan skin, scarlet hair that my mom says reminds her of the sunset, and blue eyes as clear as the sky. I am born and raised in New York City, starting my freshmen year at Goode High school. I'm probably world-wide known as the peppiest one in my group of friends, though I would like to be referred as the one with the biggest smile. Our group, also known as the nobodies, all has ADHD and dyslexia. Well let's see, there's Cassie, Ash, and Chris (who by the way all have dumb first names like mine), are indeed my best friends. You might feel sorry for us, but trust me our lives are a blast.

Well until three weeks ago, when I learned who I really was. I learned the cruel truth that I did not see in my birth certificate. BAM… Just like that. I was a demigod… Well a daughter of Apollo, the god of the sun, music, poetry, and healing. It might not be that surprising if you you've already got this whole situation drilled in your mind and accepted, because in fact I do love music (I play guitar and am even a composer), am great at poetry, and this also explains my habits of getting up as the sun rises (which is not exactly normal for a teenager, let me tell you that, especially my friends). Although since, I had no idea that Greek gods and goddesses existed, I might have thought I had gone slightly insane.

It all started when our classmate George needed to talk to me. See, George is a scrawny kid, two inches shorter than me at 5 0', also being crippled, making him excused from PE and dance class for probably his entire life. Well, I was pretty nervous, probably because he seemed like he could pee in his pants at any moment.

"We have to go now," he declared as if I didn't follow him, the entire world would crash down on me.

"What?" I said, probably gaping at him like he finally gotten a screw loose.

"Stop staring at me. Listen, you and your friends are in danger. We have to get to safety."

Being the polite person I am, I asked the next question in the head without screaming on the top of my lungs that there was a mad person next to me, "Where are we going?"

"Camp Half blood."

Next thing I knew, I was being dragged by someone who's not even supposed to walk without crutches. It was as humiliating as a delusional grandmother showing me where the bathroom was. I might have screamed of protest, but my brain was beginning to process everything:

"We're in danger. We're cutting school. A half paranoid George is supposed to lead us to safety. Oh, this is going to look so bad on my permanent record."

When I could finally see clearly again and not that blurry glob of people's feet when being dragged. First thing I see was none other than yours truly, Chris. Chris had practically adopted me seeing as my dad left me and my mom always has a hangover. Then I saw the faces of Cass and Ash, who are almost exactly alike besides their totally different appearances. Even though, they were all older than me, we still got along pretty well like a little family. I gripped my head, trying to focus on them a little better. (Well, being dragged down five floors unwillingly can do that to someone.)

"What going on, Evie?" asked Cass looking worried, which was a first, considering she's usually indifferent, not having any care in the world.

I was hyperventilating, seeing the crazy mess we were put into and my friend's worried expressions. I couldn't find myself to speak.

All I could get out, "George, bonkers, danger, camp."

"Yea, sure. Eve I'M the crazy one and you're supposed to be totally sane, remember?" was Chris's totally sarcastic remark to my admittedly odd explanation.

Before I could calm down, a voice behind me shouted, "Look out!"

I turned, looking at a hazy image of fangs and snorting flames.

That's when I blacked out.