Evelyn

"Evan? Are you okay?" A soft voice asked.

I looked up, nodbody was there. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Evelyn Jackson, daughter of some guy with the last name of Jackson. Anyway, I am abandoned by my mother and father in New York, at least that's what I learned from Mother Calla.

She's not actually my mother. I live in a foster home with thirteen other abandoned boys and girls and the woman in charge insisted that we call her Mother Calla even though her name is actually Rachel.

Mother Calla is very nice and helpful. She has stringy red hair. Loves art and likes to doodle on her ragged jeans. She's wonderful. She's young though.

Only 34 years old. She isn't married but she has a huge mansion in the Queens. (wink, wink. Get the hint? If you know who she is reveiw it for me) She pays for us to go to school. So, here I am. A ADHD, dyslexic girl in a school.

Nobody ever notices me. No friends. No neighbors that likes me. No one in the foster home likes me either except for Mother Calla. Yeah, it's sad. I always was the unnoticed.

Ringggg... Yes! Last period! I jumped up and grabbed my textbooks and raced down the road and skidded to a stop in front of a girl, I nearly ran over. She had curly brown hair and wears a Yankees Cap. She was also wearing a orange t-shirt that says Oanp Haip-Dlood. That does not make sense.

"Sorry!" She stammered. "S'okay!" I said, pleased. Nobody ever noticed me, did I mentioned that?

"Hi, my name is Clover." She announced.

"Hi, Clover. My name is Evelyn Jackson." I replied.

"Jackson? Like Percy Jackson?" Clover asked, interested. I shrugged. "Um...Never heard of him."

"Oh." She replied. I glanced down at my watch. It said 2:30. I have to be home at 2:45 or else... "I have to go" I said quickly. Clover looked panicked.

"Um...How about I walk you home?" She asked. I raised my eyebrows. Here I am, with a stanger I just met 15 seconds ago asking to walk me home!

"Um...Sure?" I answered although it sounded like a question. "Great!" Clover looked relieved.

"C'mon then!" I said cheerfully, starting home again.

Rachel / Mother Calla

I looked out the window. I cursed. It was 2:57 and Evelyn isn't home yet! I am a mortal that can see through the mist and I knew that Evelyn isn't any normal teenager. She was a demigod, a powerful one.

Suddenly I felt someone pulled on my t-shirt. I turned around. It was Cilla. Her actual name is Priscilla but she liked to be called Cilla for short.

"Mother Calla?" She asked.

"Yeah, sweetie" I asked, smiling.

"Can I go draw?" She asked. "Of course." I replied.

Cilla is sooo sweet and cute. She is only four years old and I don't have any idea why her parents would abandon her. I have ideas to adopt her for myself.

I have many reasons to open up a foster home. One is I love saving animals and I heard about kids being abandoned on the streets and in hospitals. Then the next thing I knew, I was opening up a foster home for kids that are abandoned. Another is I am watching out for half-bloods. I got around two or three demigods, a year that I sent with a satyr to Camp.

And I know that Evelyn is almost ready. Suddenly I heard noises down the driveway. I peeked out the window and I saw two heads, a brown curly haired girl with a baseball cap and Evelyn talking. I hurried out the door and was greeted by a surprise.

"Aunt Rachel?"

Evelyn

"Aunt Rachel?" I blinked.

"Do you know Mother Calla?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I am known to Clover as Aunt Rachel." Mother Calla smiled. "We have a lot to discuss so..." She looked at me pointedly.

"I'll be in my room." I mumbled and turned away.

"Oh and honey, if you have any trouble on homework tell me 'kay?" Mother Calla called. I grinned. We had a running joke that had started when I was five. I have the IQ of 134 and I was very smart.

So smart that I can read at age three, as soon as I learned to talk. "See you later, Clover." I smiled and dashed away.

In my room, I was restless. I tapped the pencil on the table and sucked on a lollipop. Curse my ADHD!

Sighing, I pushed away the math homework that I finished and tiptoed down the hall and stopped when I heard Mother Calla's voice. I usually do not eavesdrop but I can't resist.

"She's way past thirteen, gotta get her to Camp." I heard Mother Calla murmured anxiously.

"I'll escort her next week, when I got her to trust me." Clover this time. Trust her? I thought.

"Someone's outside!" Was the next thing I heard Clover said. I quickly raced up the stairs and into my bedroom again. I have much to think about.