Doah 2
Dear Diary,
I'm back. I'm not sure Percy is ever going to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow with out Artemis and Apollo's help, but hey, he only accidentally killed 3 people this time! That, Diary, was sarcasm if you couldn't tell.
So where was I? Oh yeah, so a long time ago my name was Andromeda Jaime Contour. I was only 7 and lived in Savannah, Georgia. It was a really historical city, so I knew a lot about James Oglethorpe, a man who we used to joke that our teacher was in love with him. Oglethorpe was the man who petitioned for the creation of our beloved state. In the 18th century. We even created a cult named after her where we "sacrificed" people. I had some really interesting friends.
My mom owned a boating company her father had left her, which I guess is why she attracted the Greek god of the sea. One night we went on a sunset boat ride. I remember it like it was yesterday.
My mother smiled at me, "Isn't it nice, just the two of us?". I smiled back and nodded. I loved spending time with her. We sat and talked about school as we watched the sun go down. The second the sun had disappeared from the sky, everything was bathed in black. "Addie!" My mom screamed. The boat was sinking.
I didn't know about the gods at the time, but I later figured out what was attacking us. Telkines.
Somehow, I survived that night. I swam to shore, unable to comprehend not only that I had just seen my mother drown, but also that I had stayed underwater for almost 10 minutes.
Within a week I was placed a foster home. It was terrible. The food was bad and everybody was always at each others throats. It only took 10 months and 8 different attempts before I ran away. I was put in another "home" when they caught me. I ran away from each one. They always caught me though, putting out alerts and plastering my face to milk cartons.
By the time I was 10, I had already seen a lot of the country after 8 escapades. Illinois, California, Nevada, Texas, North Dakota, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, South Carolina, Maine (it's very nice this time of year), and Florida.
While I was in Tennessee, North Dakota, and Mississippi, there was a manhunt. Nationwide. I made an effort to watch the news every opportunity I got; it was pretty interesting, not to mention ridiculous. A twelve year old was supposed to have killed his mother, blown up a bus and a national monument, and threatened a biker? Really, how do people believe that?
About a year later, I was in Florida. I absolutely loved the beaches and stuff, but I had to keep moving. I got plane tickets to New York so i could see the Empire State Building. I'd never been on a plane before. My mom had been afraid of heights and I'd never not been able to find train or bus tickets.
I was the last person getting onto the flight when somebody ran up behind me. "Wait! Wait!" I turned to look at her. Was that a glittery blanket? I blinked. A letterman jacket. Weird.
A/N- Hey guys sorry that was kind of an awkward place to cut off but I just found out that a friend of mine died this week. He moved away without telling us about it but apparently he played in the band because I got an email from the band director. RIP Nate!