My Life as the Daughter of Poseidon: Book One: True Me, True You

Fireworks blazing in the sky, lo and behold, it's the Fourth of July.


And I have a date.

ME! Of all people.

I mean, of course Alisia has a date, she met a guy named Brandon, a son of Apollo.
So does Sarah, she's going with Jake, an Athena guy, one of my least annoying brothers.
And of course Ella does. Oh, I haven't mentioned Ella yet. She's another daughter of Apollo, like Sarah, and Sarah introduced her to Alisia, and the two of them really hit it off. I wish Shera and Alex were here. But I wouldn't want to keep them from their quest either.

I did keep wondering how they were doing.

I was standing in front of the SMARTboard in the back of the Athena cabin, and we had kicked all of the boys out to draw battle plans and such outside, leaving me with all of the girls. I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious standing there in my pajamas with them studying me, literally. They were trying to use science to figure out what I should wear. One girl instantly selected a pair of black-and-white striped flip flops, another taking my love of headbands into consideration and handing me a plain white one. Soon enough I was given a white denim skort, and a black tank top with a red, blue, white, green, purple..... umm, multicolored firework on it.

The leader of all of this, a fifteen year old named Ginger stepped back to admire her work.
"Baby, you're a firework!" and shoved me out the door into Jack, who was waiting with a picnic basket and blanket. "I figured since you skipped dinner I might as well too and bring us a picnic." he said, smiling.

Maybe boys do have feelings.

I smiled back, already blushing. He took my awkwardly took my hand and we walked to the beach, while the sun was just beginning to set so we could get a good spot. Jack led me to a spot several yards from the ocean, and together we fumbled around and laughed trying to lay down the blanket.

He unpacked the picnic basket after the beach was just beginning to fill up, and pulled out two bottled waters and two still-perfect-temperature dishes of penne pasta with red sauce. A few minutes after the sun had gone down, I looked around at all the happy people, many of who also had food with them.

Then the fireworks started. And let me tell you, it was probably the best Fourth of July ever.

Notes

OK! Well I'm sorry this took so long, but as I said in some other author's note, I have a hell of a lot of band stuff to do, plus these four stories, plus my three novels, plus my series of short stories, plus the two or three I was just given to take over. Crap. Really. Crap.

BUT!!!! I'm probably posting this way too far in advance, but in a few years, there may be a book on the shelves called 2,000 Years After!!!!!

Peace, love and Nico di Angelo

-Emily