Born from the Hearth

Same old, Same old

A/N: Warning: Some swearing. Read at your own risk! This chapter is going to be a little long because I felt like the past 3 chapters were a bit short. I am also(trying to)adding pictures to the upcoming chapters. Thank you for my story so far! I hope you like this one!

I woke up from my sleep. What was that?  Was it a memory or a dream? If it was a memory, then I am in for a real treat. I shook my head and come back to reality where I have to face my stepmom again. Same old, same old. I sit up and look around my room. It is very huge. But it is comfortable. That is all that matters to me. 

I finally get away from my bed and walk over to my red bathroom. 

I look around my bathroom and then go back to my room. I see a lot of red. You can't really blame me since I LOVE the color red so much! As I brush my teeth, I look up to see something wrong with me. Since when do I have golden eyes. Wait a minute.............. GOLDEN EYES?????? NO ONE IN THEIR LIFE HAS HAD GOLDEN EYES!!!! 

It is pretty cool now I think about it. I can now be all badass. OH! I could take martial arts. I have to finally stand up to Molly. Molly is the name of my step-mother. She always beats me up. My own father, Andrew, doesn't talk to me and my step-siblings, Sara and Lukas, don't even look at me. The only ones I have are my best friends, Kendra Johansson

And Ciana Wilde

They have always been there for me. After I brush my teeth, I take a shower and dress into a red shirt with a leather jacket, black ripped jeans, some high-heeled boots, a ring with a gold jewel and a necklace with a fire pendant (I would seriously kill for those boots and well, everything.)

I then put in blue contacts so no one finds me weird and starts bullying me. 

I walk downstairs to the living room to see my dad working on his laptop and Sara and Lucas playing with my old Legos. 

I walked right past them and headed to the kitchen and grabbed myself an omelet. A well-manicured hand stopped me from taking it. I look up to see my bitchy step-mother (She is the person above) and I automatically pull my hand from her grasp. Or tried to. She wouldn't let go and it was starting to hurt my wrist. She shouldn't hit me today! It's my birthday! I am even 15 years old, for gods' sake! But I can't do anything about it. I have to face it. She pulled my hand into the laundry room and locked us in.  

"What the hell?!", I yelled.

"Quiet, you brat! You shouldn't have been born. Your father never pays much attention to me because he is always going on about you. Scarlett this and Scarlett that! He never pays attention to us. To me!", she yells at me.

"Like I haven't heard that before. And of course, he pays attention to- Wait, what?", I ask. I was really confused. He never talks to me, much less talks about me.

"HAHAHAHA!", she suddenly just bursts out laughing. The hell?, "You are acting stupid so I can't figure it out, right? Well, you are just a PIECE OF SHIT!", she yells out. I already knew that. But it didn't make me sad. It made me angry. I have friends who love me just the way I am! I won't let her take that away from me! As she swings her arm to hit my face, I immediately hit her stomach with my leg before she hits me. Oh. My. Gods. WHAT HAVE I DONE? I feel so guilty but is it wrong to feel seriously proud at the same time? I push her out of the way and run up to my room to grab my backpack and make way to my bus.

'Good job, my child. You did what was correct. But grab some food and some more clothing and other necessities and then make your way to school. You are going to go somewhere other else and also take your friends with you.'

What the....? Who is this voice? 'Um ok. But who are you and where am I going after school?', I ask her.

'Why, Camp-Half Blood of course."