"Lilly," Her dad called from outside. "The orchids are in bloom."
Ugh. Her whole life she's pretended to love gardening to get closer to her dad and her siblings. Truthfully though, she can't stand it. It isn't getting dirty that bugs her, she just hate sitting there putting a bunch of flowers in the ground.
"I'll be down in a minute," she calls.
Her dad doesn't even know she's a demigod. He thinks that for the past four years, since she was thirteen, she's gone to a regular summer camp in New York. He doesn't know the half of it.
She was claimed the very night she arrived at camp. Her siblings never took a huge interest in her. When they went out to the strawberry fields, she went with them, but unlike them she didn't enjoy herself. She was used to pretending by then. She had pretended she liked gardening my whole life to spare her dad's feelings.
Also she wanted to impress her mother. She would never tell anyone that though. Oh, you don't know who her mother is, do you? Demeter, goddess of the harvest and agriculture.
Basically, she's the daughter of an old lady with a cereal problem. Yet she still want to impress her.
"Lilly!" Mr. Provasi called again. "Come on already."
"Sheesh, dad," She called. "I'm coming." Then to herself. "It's not like the flowers are going anywhere."
She went outside to the garden and looked around. As a kid she hated that they had such a big yard, but no room to run or play. There was only room for flowers.
She remembered a day from when she was twelve that the garden had caused.
"Dad," She had yelled. "Can Kelsey come over?"
"No honey," he had said. "No friends over today."
"WHY?" She had yelled.
"I'm too busy in the garden to watch your friends."
It hadn't been that big of a deal, she had decided to go to Kelsey's.
"Dad, I'm going to Kelsey's house," She had called out the door.
"Mmk," Her dad had said.
Later that night she came home to her father worried like crazy.
"Where were you?" He screamed.
"Kelsey's."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did," She had said calmly. "You responded mmk, but obviously I'm not as important to listen to as a bunch of flowers who can't talk!"
That was five years ago, and her father was if anything more into his flowers.
She found her father at the far side of the garden.
"Hey, dad," She said. "Where're the orchids?"
"Right here, honey," He pointed. "Aren't they beautiful?"
She decided to try something.
"Hey, dad. Can I blow up the house?"
"Sure, honey," He said. "Have fun."
That made her angry. She reached down and pulled her father's orchids out of the ground.
She threw them at him.
"Have fun with your flowers," She said. "Because they're clearly the most important thing in your life."
"What in the world was that for?" He dad screamed. "Those were my favorites!"
"For ignoring me," She said. "They're just flowers."
She stormed back into the house and grabbed her bag. She walked down the street away from that horrible garden.
One month later, she was back at camp. For those who are wondering, yes, she did walk all the way from Vermont to New York.
She headed straight to the Apollo cabin where her best friend Kayla was.
"Stupid flower lovers," Lilly said to her.
"Dad or siblings?" She asked.
Kayla was the only one who knew how much she hated gardening.
"Dad," Lilly said. "I walked from Vermont."
"Ooh," Kayla said. "That bad?"
"I asked him if I could blow up the house and he didn't react."
"Ooh."
"I should go put my stuff away," Lilly said and walked towards the Demeter cabin.
"Lilly, good you're here," Miranda Gardener said as soon as I walked in. "We need another hand in the fields."
"Good luck finding one," She said.
"C'mon and help," Miranda said.
"Gardening is for six year olds and mother," She said. "I'll be in the sword arena."
She stormed out of the cabin with a huge smile on her face.
Lilly Provasi was anything but stereotypical.
(A/N This was so fun to write. Please review, I was wrong last chapter, I've only gotten one review.)
