there’s a baby girl sleeping in a crib in her nursery somewhere in the states (where exactly isn’t important because she’ll move around too much and never truly know where home is). she’s only a few months old so she doesn’t know yet, but she’s a demigod, a daughter of aphrodite and a humble man who never settled down.
she’ll grow up, eventually, like all kids do, and her dad will move with her to somewhere the corn outnumbers the people. she’ll forget the name of the town, the name of her teacher there, the colour of her bedroom walls (they were pink, but nobody can tell her that). she’ll watch movies and learn to read, and she’ll pay attention to the girls more than the boys, because they’re prettier.
she’ll move to new york when she’s twelve, old enough to remember the big city everyone talks about. at this point she’s also old enough to know most girls her age have two parents and like watching movies with hot boys in them so they can see their abs ( she knows she’d rather watch the movie girls in their bikinis going swimming).
she’ll live in the big city for a few years until she’s fourteen with no friends except her reflection. she’ll probably notice her dad is growing weary and distant, but he’ll stick around for a while. he’ll take her to a camp this summer and leave her outside to walk in alone.
she’ll be small, and afraid, and overwhelmed. she’ll meet delusional people claiming to be gods and their children, and she’ll miss the bedroom she can’t remember in a town she can’t name. the people here will put her in a cabin full of sleeping bags and too many people who want too many things and she’ll never know quiet and being alone again.
she might live in this cabin on the floor for a day, a week, a summer. the details will get fuzzy in her mind as she gets older and has other things to think about. regardless, she’ll wake up one morning in a full face of makeup and be moved somewhere else in this camp, a cabin full of mirrors and supermodels. they’ll tell her she won’t fit in until she breaks a heart, and she’ll agree, too scared to question this future milestone.
over time, at this camp full of people she knows now are telling the truth about the old gods, she’ll realize she’s never liked boys. they call her a fake (a daughter of aphrodite never loves girls). she keeps to herself here, choosing to spend the years alone than risk heartbreak. she’ll watch from afar as the golden couple takes on challenge after challenge, kissing in the lake and quite frankly, ruining capture the flag for everyone. she’ll deny it long after, but she has feelings for the girl.
she’ll never admit it, but she will break a heart. everything she watches them do, their stunts, the golden couple saving the world again and again, will break her own heart. she wishes it could be her (instead of the boy who smells like the ocean) kissing the girl. she’ll realize, after she’s too old for camp, that she’ll never love someone the way she longs for the girl with gray eyes.
but for now, she sleeps in her crib somewhere unknown, unaware of the life she will live and the heart she will break.
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