I was afraid of lots of things, but I never, ever, show it.
At camp half-blood, my greatest fears, more often than not, came true.
My name is Georgia. Georgia Reed. I know, it's really embarrassing.
I used to think I was normal. At least, as normal as a rebellious middle schooler with a severe case of ADHD could be.
I would have been happy with that kind of "normal." But, NO.
I had to be a child of the gods too. My mother has told me to never, ever abandon the people I loved, nor the world that I was happiest. Yet, I did, and at thirteen years old, too.
I was the daughter of a single mom, Melody. I don't know who my father was.
Then, my mother remarried. Just like that. And, after six months of marriage, I found out that I was getting a new baby brother. Pathetic.
I ran away. At thirteen years old. Yep, a dumb idea.
But, I did have a plan in mind. I was going to find my father, or, at least his origin.
And I had a clue.
A clue called "Camp Half-blood."
