Louisa's Past 1

by ArtemisApollo97

Louisa, my OC. She's a free roaming demigod who has a 'fight first, ask questions later' attitude. She ran away from an orphange at the age of five and survives for the next four years on gut instinct and voices in her head. What happens after that? PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! :D :P

38. Bon appetite Nan

By lil Miss Mysterious:

Ingredients for an epically chaotic story:
-1 Louisa Smith-Jackson
-1 Fancy Melodramatic Cruel person AKA Jessica's Mom
-1 Jessica Smith
Directions:
-Put them together in Jessica's House for a couple months
-Wait for it...
Result:
Utter Chaos

Denise insisted that they had a 'proper' roast dinner and sat around the table like a 'real family'.

"How often does the father visit?"

"As often as he can. He's really busy."

"What does he do?"

"Uh, well…" Jessica and Louisa shared a look. Ancient Greek god of the seas wasn't an occupation easy to describe.

"He manages a big operation all over the sea." Louisa said, saving Jessica. Jessica shot her a grateful look. Louisa gave a nod; stabbing at the roast chicken slices she had been given.

"What sort of operation?"

"Uh, wars, marine life, drug smugglin' 'n' stuff like that."

"Does he offer you money for raising your daughter on your own?"

"No, but he helps us anyway."

"Helps you how?" Louisa flicked her broccoli off her plate. "Child, eat your greens and stop playing with your food!"

"Don't like broccoli. Looks like a snot tree." Jessica smiled. Denise pursed her lips disapprovingly.

"You need to teach this child about the health benefits of her vegetables."

"She does know, but if she doesn't like it, she won't eat it." Jessica smiled at Louisa. "She's stubborn like that."

"Rubbish. When you were a child, you ate what you were given or you went hungry." Denise looked back at Louisa. Louisa stared back, bored. "Your mother put time and effort into making that food for you. Blooming well eat it, child."

"If ya love veg so much, you flamin' eat it."

"Lou!"

"Oh, very sorry." Louisa didn't sound 'very sorry' at all. Far from it. She got up, plate in hand and dumped her food in Denise's lap. "Bon appetite, Nan." And with that, Louisa stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Denise glared at Jessica.

"Are you going to let her get away with that?"

"I-I'll talk to her." Jessica got up.

"That child needs discipline! Forget talking to her, smack her!" Jessica tensed and looked back.

"I will never hit her." Jessica paused. "I'm not you."