"There! Just like that!"
"Beautiful! BEAUTIFUL!"
"Smile!"
Alexis Agape Pyke had hear it all so many times before. She was a model. Working in New York City, she had been since she was 7.
She had been discovered almost 8 years ago. On the side of the street in the middle of winter, she had been ther since that wreck that left her father dead...
"Alexis Agape, That's very interesting, you don't know your last name?" said the man, peering at this little hunched figure in the snow.
"No sir." The hunched figure spoke
"Did you know that your first and middle names are anceint greek?"
"No"
"Alexis means defender, and Agape means love." The man smiled, "So you are the defender of love!"
"I am?" The figure moved forward, revealing itself as a young girl, five or six years of age.
"Yes...Alexis Agape Pyke"
"Alexis...Alexis...ALEXIS!"
Alexis started. She looked around the room, the photographer had stopped, the fan had stopped, the bubbles had stopped.
Even the book she was holding had fallen out of her hand.
"Are you okay? Someone get her some water, and DON'T SMUDGE THE MAKEUP" said the photographer.
"I'm fine, just... tired." She said, she raised her hand up and wipped her hair out of her eyes.
Oops.
"ARRRGGG, okay okay!" said the photographer, "Sit down, get some water, and DON'T WIPE YOUR FACE AGAIN!"
"Okay okay!" She said laughing as she stepped off the pile of books she was standing on.
The room was buzzing with activity, light people, bubble people, hair people, makeup people. All running around.
They wanted this shoot to be good, after all. This was going in a school uniform catalog.
The outfit she was wearing was a long sleeved, pale pink polo. A black Harajuku bow, a red vest, black and white wrap around plaid skirt that fell to finger tip length. Her knee socks had little pale pink bows on then, and her penny loafers were polished and unscuffed.
She sat down in the chair and subjected herself to an onslaught of make up, eyeshadow. Lipstick. You name it, they put it on her.
"Oh my gosh, I don't know why they demand all this crud!' said Brittney, the head stylist, "If I didn't know better, I would think you were related to Aphrodite or something!"
Aleixs smiled
"Aphrodite is a myth." said Alexis laughing.
Thunder and lightning lit up the sky.
"Oh jeez, not more thunder!" said Brittney.
"I know!" Alexis remarked.
Secretly, she was scared. Thunder was the one thing she was afraid of. It reminded her of the sound her father's car made as it hit the tree.
"Alright, that's it! EVERYONE DISMISSED! YOU ARE ALL CRAMPING MY IDEA"S HERE!" came a shout from the left corner of the room.
The photographer was having a melt down.
"Alright then you heard the man, let's go!" said Brittney, leaning back from Alexis's face.
Alexis rose from her seat and went to the back room.
She changed from the uniform to a navy blue polo shirt, worn out blue jeans, a army fatigue jacket, and well worn thigh high boots.
She never looked like much, but she didn't mind.
"Bye everybody!" she yelled as she left out the back door and stepped into the chill of the night.
This is my first Percy Jackson fic, don't kill me. Is it hopeless, please review if you want it to continue. Yes that is MY school uniform , minus penny loafers, and kneesocks. I'm homeschooled, but why should everyone else get all the fun?
-Goodbye my little shmexi beans, goodbye my little fishfingers
In Demigods we trust.