Ah. The smell of death.
Your probably looking at me like I'm insane.
I am.
Death seems to be my only friend.
What with all my other friends mysteriously dying to the jealous hand of death.
But hey. It's not my fault I live in the under world during the summer.
I could be going to Camp Halfblood, and being reletively, A. Safe, and B. Normal.
But neither safe nor normal are something I wanna be. Nope, I'd rather stay down here and be terrifying.
I grab my bag and teddy bear from where Charon had dumped me, "Love you too Charon!" I called after him, making sure to mispronounce his name.
"Hey." My emo of a half brother said.
"Hey." I said, then added, "Where's dad?"
"He's busy per usual, wanna go swim in the river Styx?" Thunder rumbled. He was, had to be, kidding of course, right?
I rolled my eyes and headed to my dungeon- er bedroom.
On my way I grabbed a pomegranit, yum!
"Horace!" I cried to my excitable hellhound I'd gotten for my 10th birthday.
I'd like to say after that my day was peachy keen, but that's when my dad showed up at my door.
Duhn, duhn duh!
Hope you enjoy it! Coming soon, a poll of whose my best OC, be smart and chose Ralph.