The Seven Childhood Oneshots

Welcome back to my HoO oneshots!

Thanks for reviewing:

Psyche Castle: Thanks for the criticism! It was much appreciated.

Deadly Huggles: Thank you so much! That day I came up with an idea for Leo and it has been in my head for probably a few days now. Your cookies worked!

Owlhuntress: I also already have an idea for Percy but thanks for the suggestion anyway! ;);)

For you fans, I am a daughter of Hecate. I will be writing many Hecate stories. Well, on with the story!

Hazel

Hazel Levesque was seven years old and lived in New Orleans. She was at school when the class bully Rufus came up to her and snatched her lunchbox. It was a daily routine and Hazel had learned to deal with the hunger.

That day, Rufus sneered, "Hey, witch girl. Bet you can live without the food anyway. Like your witch mom."

"My mom is not a witch!" Hazel yelled, golden eyes blazing. Rufus and his goons laughed. Then Hazel's knight in no shining armor came to the rescue.

"Cut!" Sammy said. Rufus sighed. Sammy continued. "Isn't the witch supposed to play a trick on the evil king so that he is humiliated in front of the whole kingdom? Hey everyone! Come watch the king be humiliated!" He called to the children at lunch.

Hazel whispered, "What am I supposed to do?" Sammy just grinned.

"Make it look good." Hazel sighed.

Just then, Rufus the big old bully's pants fell right down, showing a pair of gray underwear. He pulled then back up quickly, nervously smiled, and ran the other direction. All the kids laughed. Even Hazel got in a smirk.

Then she smelled something. Ugh, it was horrible. It smelled like... you know what, never mind. She looked all over for the cause, but she couldn't find it. Suddenly there was a little squeak and Hazel looked behind her. There, nestled behind a tree, was a little weasel. Wait, no, what are they called? A polecat. The polecat came up to Hazel and the smell became stronger.

"What...? Oh. That was you." Hazel made a face. It squeaked again. She tapped Sammy's shoulder. "Do you see that? The polecat. I think it farted." Sammy looked and then eyed her skeptically.

"Really, Hazel? A farting weasel? You can find better things to imagine."

"What do you mean? It's right there!" Suddenly there was instead of a farting weasel, a rock. A rock. A rock. Hazel stood there, dumbstruck.

Even after that, she didn't realize that Hecate had been watching her for a long time.

Stalker.

Wow, Hecate is weird. lol

Anyway, hope you liked this chapter and please review! Also, check out some of my other stories, Explained Through Science and The Jedi Smuggler.

-Clearcloud