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Aphrodite's Pov:

"Sure," I said, referring to his question about us having a picnic.

"Good," Ares replied, "because I got old Death Breath to get us a nice spot."

Five minutes later we were sitting on a hill in Elysium. It was beautiful. People were playing below. Kids. It made me happy, but I was so sad to know that all of these kids had died.

"Why is that a frown I see?" Ares asked. "I took you to Elysium for a picnic. It's awesome here!"

"Yeah, Ares, it's nice. It's just- All these kids died."

"Eh, they had it coming for them."

"Ares! That's not very nice. They all reached Elysium–"

"Exactly. So be quiet about it, won't you? You're kind of ruining this date for me."

"Ares!" I exclaimed, surprised.

"What? Honesty is the best policy, sweetie."

"Not that kind of honesty. That's just rude."

"What are you talking about? I'm not rude- well, I am, to some people, but not to you! We're the star couple, Love and War!"

I sighed. "Ares, I have to go home. Bye." I apparated to my front door and stormed inside. Of course, I had just gotten the war god angry, but I didn't care.

"Honey? That you?" Hephaestus asked from the living room. I had to live with him. Argh!

"Yes, sweetie. It's me. I was out." Well, that wasn't a lie. I didn't have the courage to tell him the whole truth, though.

"With that war scum again, I assume?"

"No."

"Sweetie, you can't lie to me. I have it recorded, and it was on Hephaestus TV. I liked the ending, though. Probably got lots of ratings."

Tears started welling up in my eyes. "I hate you!" I stormed upstairs like a teenage girl who was upset with her father. I collapsed on my bed. It was only three o' clock. I decided to write.

It was my secret. I knew of a mortal website. It was called fanfiction. Mortals write stories that are based off of other mortal's stories. I write off of Greek Mythology. It's a category in this site. Since no Olympians know I write this, I can write anything I want. No judgement! My username is BeautyHurtsAndLoveStings. The only thing is, I'm terrible at writing. I can read alright, I struggle, but I'm like a six year old in writing skill. My story was about all the Olympians, and their problems with each other. I clicked on Doc Manager and began typing.

Apollos Pov;

My sister Arty and I are dooing an prank war. I desided that i shold make her pay four decorateing my chariot blak with stars and the moon. As that is her simbol, I am gooing to decorate her favoritte bowe with harts and make it pink also. I think she will hate it alot. Finaly, I will make it immpossible to get off. Tommorrow I am going to do it.

I posted the chapter. I know, I know, I'm not good. I decided to take a beauty rest. It was only 3:27!

I woke up at 4:16. I opened my laptop and saw that I had two more followers! I also had three reviews.

One was by GreekOlympiansEatPancakesInMyHouse. You really need to get off this website and take some writing classes. This is TERRIBLE! (no offense or anything) This story sucks.

A silent tear rolled down my cheek. I never had to worry about my looks. In fact, I probably looked like a beautiful movie actress right now, even through my tears. Woohoo. Great being the goddess of love and beauty, (note the sarcasm).

I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. I hoped it wasn't Ares- Hephaestus was mean enough, and so was he.

"Go away! Didn't you anger her enough for one day? She wants to be alone!" I heard Hephaestus shout. I didn't know he cared for me that much, although I was mad at him, too. I could take care of myself.

I teleported downstairs and saw Ares and Hephaestus fighting.

"You aren't worthy of the goddess of Love and Beauty! Look at you! I am, though, look at me!"

"Please Ares, you don't care about her! You only care about her beauty! I see something inside of her! She's unique, and isn't so shallow as to date you!"

"You must have forgotten- she is dating me! The only reason she's married to you is because she had to!"

They continued to argue without knowing I was right next to them. "SILENCE!" I yelled. "Both of you are stupid, arrogant, and fools! You guys are so annoying that you're making the goddess of love be sick of her husband and boyfriend! How sad is that?"

"Babe," Ares started. "I love you. Hephaestus is just getting in the way and making you think that you don't love me!"

"Ares, I am the goddess of love and beauty! Do you really think me so weak that I can let a god make me think different of my own domain? No, Ares, I think it's you. I don't think you're worthy of love. Now, if you can excuse me, Hephaestus, Ares, I'm going to make myself happy. I don't need a boy to do that."

"Sweetie-" Hephaestus countered.

"No." I stopped him. "I'm the goddess of love and beauty, but that's not all I am. I'm strong, and I don't need love or beauty to prove that. I'm going into hiding." And with that, I teleported to the one place they would never think to find me.

A small house. In a small house. I looked in the mirror of my temporary home and made my hair lose it's shine. My eyes didn't sparkle. I altered all of my features. I was a regular girl.

And tomorrow I was going to high school.

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