At least now I know that I am adopted instead of guessing why I have blonde hair and both my parents have brown hair or I have sea green eyes and they have brown and they have pale skin and I have naturally tan skin. I asked them about it but they just denied it but never did tell me how I have an adoption certificate if I am not adopted, I always wondered why we look and act nothing the same.

The only person that looked moderately like me was my uncle or father's best friend who treats me like his own daughter but I like to call him uncle Rudolph, we were extremely close until about a month before my first attack. He had a car accident and broke his neck, the worst thing is that I was in the car when he drove into the sandbank, I was 9 when it happened so I could have told him to look out but I didn't.

I don't like to talk about my family but I still remember uncle Rudolph's, great grandma Bettie's and great grandma Bettie's deaths all before my eyes and all separately and none good or happy deaths and I was there for all of them. For my grandmother Bettie's I was in the old folks home's room, her room when she fell asleep and never woke up again, I saw as her eyes closed, I saw as she paled and saw as her chest stopped moving.

For grandma Hettie's death, I was in her hospital room sitting on her bed when the machine beeped dangerously and a bunch of doctors swarmed in, not even bothering to get me out of the room first but as she gave her last breath she gave me a broach. A bird made out of gold and gemstones decorating the tail and eyes.

I was there for all of their deaths, I could have stopped them all but I didn't, I could have but I never did. I sheath my dagger and start walking to the house "yes?!" I yell at my mom and she peeks out of the kitchen as I walk into the living room "go get the washing out back" she orders. I sigh and walk past her to the backdoor, I step outside and grab all the washing in mt=y arms.

My anger starts building up the more I think about it "why can't she say please? Why doesn't she do it herself? Why can't she leave me alone? Why can't she just admit that I'm adopted? As my anger builds so do the clouds above my head until the drops fall, I run to the under roof and drop the washing in the basket there then my anger builds and the rain falls harder.

Looks like I can make it rain with anger, is that good or bad? I sigh and pick the basket up and walk inside with a small smile on my face and my dagger still at my side, I sigh as I drop the basket on my mom's bed and run to the living room to the laptop, as soon as I sit down I type w and wattpad comes on and I log on with ******** *** and password **************. As it opens I go to my messages.

A message from my Wattpad Best Friend Jem, who just happens to be a demigod as well but she's at camp so she's taking me and Arlianna to camp and I am thinking about staying full time, I would love it. I wouldn't have to worry about being attacked at school or hurting my friends and no more anything actually, out of the blue my phone buzzes

convo

him: hei

me: hey......

him: it's me danny

me: oh ok

him: so you wanna play a dirty dare game?

me: no

him: please, just one topless pic?

me: no

him: I have a pic of one of your friends and I will post it on Facebook

me: You wouldn't

him: I will

me: I swear on the river Styx that if you do that I'll make Tartarus seem like heaven

him: ha ha ha 

me: and the next thing you know I have a dagger to your neck if you dare even post that pic

him: picture sent

me: you flakkas, as to thialo (you idiot go to hell)

him: huh?

me: I dare you to even come close to that button and you will never see light again

end of convo

Through the messages I gor scared as hell and messaged Arlianna and Jem for help and it stopped