Well Mom has started teaching and things have been pretty hectic here. I've tried to help out around the house. I cooked, vacuumed, and set the table. I even tried to pick the dust bunnies off the floor. Mom didn't appreciate any of it. Then I realized what I could do. I'm taking over this blog! I know just where to start...
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| Boss making dinner. |
It was morning. Mom and the Sisters were in the kitchen making all kinds of racket. I told them to hush and let the Boss get some sleep. Instead of quieting down, Mom comes bustling into the room and scoops me out of bed. She's all cheery and smiling, so I go with it. The Sisters are finishing up breakfast and Mom is barking out orders. It was just a normal morning. Then I saw it, a pile of bags by the door. Before you knew it the bags were in the car, the Sisters were in the car, Mom was in the car, and I was in the car.
In no time at all, we had landed at school and I was unloaded, yes unloaded into a little classroom. I watched in awe as Mom kissed me and walked out with the Sisters following. I sat there stunned. What was going on here? I thought and thought and then BAM it hit me. I'm a demigod!
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| Boss vacuuming. |
You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. For weeks the Sisters have been listening to these stories about Percy Jackson. I tried to listen, but I got bored and fell asleep most of the time. These stories were about a boy (like me) who had discovered he was the son of Poseidon. He had to go to Camp Half-Blood to learn how to defend himself and be awesome. I couldn't figure out why we were listening to it until now. I was being given a warning. I had heard the Sisters talking. The Queen kept saying she was the daughter of Athena. The Monkey said she was the daughter of Aphrodite. (I'm still not sure about that one.) They must have been telling the truth. They were demigods too! We were all at Camp Half-Blood together!
I thought I might be a son of Poseidon like Percy. I like the water. No, not close enough to the ocean. I could be the son of Zeus. I am the Boss. Perhaps I was the son of Dionysus. I love food. Then I knew it. Oh yeah, I'm a son of Apollo. The sun doesn't come up until Dad gets up. Also, Dad likes music and makes silly poetry. But the clincher were the cows. Yep, Dad owns cows just like Apollo. Could it be possible that I'm even more awesome? Yeah, it is!
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| Me being awesome! |
