Sorry I've taken so long to update, I have had over six tests this week! As a part of my quest to recognize and pay respects to supporting characters, I now present you a Clarisse one shot. Read, review...you know the drill.
Disclaimer: This really isn't necessary anymore.
Ares was the god of war. He won all of his battles, always. So being his daughter, I should win all my battles too, right? I wish life worked like that, but considering the fact the only luck I have is bad luck, it doesn't.
I've lived a crappy life for as long as I remember. My mom left me at St. Clarion's Orphanage on day one, so that's not exactly a strong start. I ran away from that horrible place when I was ten years old, and the moment I was out on my own the monsters tracked me down (because my life wasn't already difficult enough). A satyr found me and took me to Camp Halfblood, and I never left.
Even though things have picked up considerably after I came to camp, something's always going wrong in my life. The orphanage forced me to fend for myself and not worry about anyone else, but that motto isn't very popular at camp. So now I've got no friends and a tough-girl reputation to keep up. The most frustrating part is that when I look at other camper's lives, they seem so much better compared to mine, even for a halfblood.
Take that punk Percy Jackson for example. His whole life is based on good luck. I never did take to him, but when he sprayed toilet water up my nose it became personal. The kid stole everything from me- my dignity, my electric spear (the only proof I had that my father might care), my leadership role...he screwed everything up. And then, of course, he gets a freaking quest, is lucky enough to tell the tale, and he gets closer to the girl he liked. I'd liked Chris for two years straight and couldn't even say hi to him. So when Jackson had the nerve to return to Camp Halfblood the next summer, I silently promised to rage war on him.
I had to admit, at first I was doing pretty well. I beat his sorry butt in the chariot race- the coward ran way when those deranged metal birds came. And Jackson was decreasing rapidly in popularity, so that was always a plus as well. However, this one night at campfire, things started spiraling downward. Jackson started rousing everyone by talking about this phony dream he had, and suddenly the whole camp was screaming for a quest to retrieve the Golden Fleece. I couldn't believe my bad luck. I win a chariot race, Jackson gets a quest. I was back to zero points as far as this silent war was concerned. Tantalus began yelling above all of the noise, and I tried desperately to shut him out.
"I think the choice of champion is obvious," he stated importantly. I groaned as he droned on about how perfect his little champion was for this mission. Life just wasn't fair. It didn't matter if I fought off bronze bulls or was crowned with a wreath for a chariot race victory. Jackson got the glory.
Tantalus was wrapping up his little speech now. "...you shall lead this quest...CLARISSE!"
I flew up to my feet, astonished and elated. Me? I would lead the quest? It seemed to good to be true! But I hadn't just imagined it- all around me my brothers and sister were roaring and stomping their feet, cheering and yelling, for me. I swallowed and tried to recompose myself.
"I accept the quest!" I cried out, my chest swelling with pride. This was it. My chance to prove myself to my father, to Chris, to my brothers and sisters. I didn't even care about what Jackson was whining about now. All sound went fuzzy, but I could feel the applause vibrating around me. "I accept the quest!" I yelled to the camp. "I, Clarisse, will save the camp!" I glared at Jackson in victory, reveling in his outraged expression. I'm the daughter of Ares. It was about time I won a battle.
I know, it was a little bit choppy. I was just trying to get into Clarisse's head and write the way she probably thinks. Tell me what you thought, reviews are my life!