Daughter of Artemis

by Izzy jones daughter of Hera

Chapter 1: MY MOM IS WHO?

Kim P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or thing, beside Kim. there is no HoO!

Hello, and welcome to hell, oppos sorry that just what I like to call this foul place. Right now I am in cabin eight, on bed rest because I was stupid and busted my leg. I'm Kimberley Jefferson and I am the daughter of Artemis. The few weeks leading up to my busting my leg, was very weird. I was walking home from school, when my best friend Kate ran up next to me.

I did not knew it at the time that my best friend would soon turned in to my worst fiend, she was insane much like Luke, but not at dangerous as him. I know already what she wanted to talk about, she had text me all day about going over to her apartment, for a sleepover. The only way I got her to stop was by turning my phone off, but I had not thought she would try to talk to me on my walk home. You see her mom give her a ride home, while I walk the four city blocks.

"Hey Kimmy, you want to came over to my place to-night and have a sleepover?" she asked. I quickly shocked my head, and ran down an ally way. I had taken a wrong turn, when I ran down that ally way. I had though it was the ally behind my apartment, but nope, it was the one before it.

So I had to back track, and then go down the ally behind my apartment. I normally go up the fire escape, but seeing as there was a couple making out on it. I was forced to go though the main entrance. I was good at getting past the door man of my building. Most of the time I don't even have to do any thing and I will never be seen by this man. I was walling down the hallway, when I saw the police stand out side my door. I saw them bring a stretcher, with a black body bag.

"Daddy?" I said dropping my book bag. I was in so much shocked, that I fell to my knees. After every thing I had been though, I lose the last living family member that cared for me, because I was my grandma fortune, which I was the soul heir to. Okay there is one other person who cares for me, but I am not allowed to talk to him.

After ten or so minutes the officer in charge come over and talked to me. the most she got was a nod yes or a shake no. I don't think I was that helpful. But I did get to ride in the back of a police car, to bad I went kicking and screaming.

They took me to a police station, still kicking and screaming. Hey I am sure I am not the only one who would do that. and they can not blame me I just find out me dad was dead. So yeah I was acting like a little kid, but most people I know would do the some thing, although most people would not throw books, pens and pencils every time some one open the door.

I am sure if they find my hunting equipment they thing I killed my own father, but if they did the most blood their doing to find is that of a bear. New flash I was at school at 2:30. Finally I run out of things to throw, so the officer in charge of my dad's murder enter the room holding my hunting bow and knife.

"Now, Miss Jefferson, we find these in your room, and when we tested them we find trace evidence of animal blood we also find a small amount of you blood on the handle. we also find you blood on a few of the arrows. " she said, it was true even if I am a good hunter, I cut myself al the time, but that not new.

"that not new, I always cut me self to cheek, if I had sharpen them or not. I hunt a lot. And before you asked I did not kill my dad, because at the time of his death i was at school, my phone was off so I did not knew anything." I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.