ele650
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Post by ele650 on Aug 9, 2010 17:03:42 GMT -6
(Age 6, first person)
Well, I had always been a smart kid, not talking to strangers, or... Not talking to anyone. The other orphans trusted everything an everyone, which I still didn't. That came in handy when that lady visited, trying to adopt me. Well. I. Didn't. Want to. So I did what any normal(normal as a half-blood can be.) Kid would do... I threw a temper tantrum. Hey, can't blame me, I was told to by the one person I did trust, my mother, Goddess of Hunting, Artemis. She specifically told me to make sure I wasn't adopted, she would send somebody to.
Anyway, the lady smiled, a painfully happy smile, and gave me a lollypop. I never liked sugar that much, so I hid in the bathroom, spat on it, and gave it to a kid I didn't like.
The kid was perfectly healthy, or at least healthy enough to shove me into a pantry, and so I knew the lady was after me when I saw him turn blue and choke before my silver eyes. Nobody would've believe I could of seen she meant harm, having my ability to read minds and all, but I knew it. And that was enough.
The next morning, I was found by The Minotaur, but I don't want to tell that story now... She told me you reading my DIARY(why anyway are you reading a 6 year old's diary?) Aren't ready to here it. Besides, I really don't want more diary for you to read.
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