Back to Camp Half-Blood

"I feel like that there is someone out there who understands me better than my mom. What I experienced that couple of days was something that someone would never want to have. Sadly, now I know, there are kids like me also that have the same problems."

Maia is a normal girl. Or, that's what she's been told. Turns out, she is a very powerful demi-god. Her brother personally took the liberaty of defeating one of the most powerful titans out there.

Wonder how Annabeth ever found Percy in his dreams?!?

I've created this cuz a) I feel bad for poor Leo who's been left a loner and b) I waited long enough for a daughter of..... oops almost gave it away. As you might of guessed, this is a spin-off of Percy Jackson and The Olympians and Heroes of Olympus series.



3. Meet the Moron Night

Do you think that she’s the one that Chiron was talking about? I mean that powerful half-blood? Who’s Chiron? What’s a half-blood? She looks a little young don’t ya think? A little young? For what? Too many questions. “Hey mom!” I yelled as soon as I got inside. She didn’t wait for me to ask.

            “Upstairs!” She yelled. I took the stairs two at a time. When I got up there she was cooking dinner. Soup, again! Aww. “So how was your day?”

            “Excellent. Except for the part of the day when the words got up and floated away on the science test and Mr. Camoh had to tell me what all the questions were.” I said with embarrassment. It sucked to have Dyslexia and ADHD especially when you go to a school where they were supposed to help you. My mom was the best and awesome-est person ever. She was dating this moron-guy who taught at Harvard and was now teaching at one of the neibouring schools. He was the king of all jerks and he was just using my mom. I didn’t know for what but I knew enough that is was for something.

            “Hey, Tom.” I said trying to be nice.

            “Oh great! The punk’s home.”

            “Tomas! Please don’t start anything. I already have to deal with stuff from work.” My mom begged.

            “Get outta here. I’ll deal with the little runt.” After that comment, they started to argue. My blood started to boil as soon as I heard SMACK!! He just hit my mom! Oh he’s dead!! So dead!!! I turned around to face him. I felt this tugging sensation in my gut. The next thing I know, he was drenched, I was dry and so was my mom.

            “Oh dear, Tom! Are you all right?” He was still dazed at what had happened. I took that as my cue to go to my room.     

“Hey Karsten. Wanna come over?” I asked.

            “Is the Tom-Bomb gonna be there?”

            “Maybe.......” Something occurred to me. Karsten’s always being bribed by food. Especially enchiladas. So, I used what was necessary. “I’m making gooey cheese enchiladas. Nice, fresh and hot cheese enchiladas.”

            “I’ll be there!” It took Karsten twelve minutes to get here in the morning. Now there was his love for cheese enchiladas factor into the equation and how fast he can run with the help of his crutches. Therefore I have six minutes to make cheese enchiladas and prepare my room for eating. When he got there, I told him what had happened, how Tom was randomly drenched by water in the kitchen. He looked scared as if he afraid that he was the next victim for an exclusive drenching session.


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