Sorry, I had to figure out how to make an author's note. So this is my first time writing a fan fic, but I read them all the time. I need to get a better cover photo, but for the time being, I'm going to leave that one there. Thanks for reading! Reviews are always welcome. Now get reading :)

So, I'm going to tell you a story, but in order for you to understand this entire story I have to start from the beginning, and I mean the very beginning, like "How I Met Your Mother"-go-back-six-year's kind of beginning. This time though, it's a go-back-fifteen-years-to-my-conception kind of thing. It sounds weird, but can you have a little faith?

Almost fifteen years ago my mother and father were being helped by multiple people to plan a wedding. Two days before the wedding my mom had her bachelorette party with my best friends Sandie, Nina, Kaya, Zoë and Bianca. My mom used to tell me how she knew they would be the perfect group because of the meanings of their names. I would ask how, and she would reply with, "Well first of all, we have Sandie, the 'protector', and she lived up to her name, though I think it should've meant troublemaker sometimes. Then, we can't forget about Ms. Nina. Her name meant strong. I believe that she was indestructible. Next was your aunt Kaya, her name told me that she was intelligent, whether or not she was academically smart was a whole different story though. And do you remember what Zoë means? No? Well Zoë means to be alive, and free. Your aunt Bianca lived up to her name, her name meant fair, or beautiful, and most would agree that she was the most beautiful in our group."

"But what about yours Mama?" I would ask, always in a high-pitched almost whiny voice.

"Well my name means observant. I like to think that I was lucky enough to get a name like mine. After all, my dear, not a lot of women are named Gregoriana. It's the same as you Meloni; we're the same. Unique." Don't worry; we call her Anna for short (like from that new Disney movie).

Now before you ask, it's pronounced may-lon-ie, not Mel-o-ni. I don't what is up with parents and weird spellings but I get my name mispronounced way too much. So where was I? Oh, yeah… So they went out for a bachelorette party, with, of course, Sandie being the designated driver slash stupidity-unduer. She kept them all out of trouble. Unfortunately she didn't prevent herself from being stupid, because my aunt Kaya (the smart one) convinced her to start drinking too. After that it's a blur for almost every one of them. Only my mom remembers, and she' still trying to forget.

That night my mother met a man named Devin, who happens to be my father. I won't go into the gory details, but my mother was drunk and wanting to get away from the world she saw, so she slept with an unsuspecting mortal (more on that later), and well, I was born nine months later. Fortunately for her, both of my dads don't know. She hasn't seen my father since that night, and she's been with my "dad" for the last fifteen years.

I should tell you now that my(should I say step dad? Nah, I'll just call him my dad, the other guy will be father) dad is a demigod. He's the son of some god (I think it was Hephaestus) and these demon thingies come after him constantly. Why would my mom marry him you ask? Well my mom is a "special" mortal that can see through what they call the mist. It's this weird blanket thing that protects mortals (like us) from the real world. Unfortunately, I have inherited her gift, and we have been on the run my whole life.

That's what was happening right now actually; my dad was packing so that we could go California, to a small town called Maple Hurst. Apparently there is a military base near there where my dad is going to work on weapon development or something. I hid in my room, hoping that my mom wouldn't come in and try to guilt trip me into going to an actual school (I like home school a lot better), and tried to pack. I didn't have too much left, all my books were packed (and I missed them!), and the majority of my clothing. Besides that I just needed to pack my little do-dads and things like bedding (not a fun thing to pack).

Sneaking out I ran past my mom to the bathroom, trying to make sure she didn't have the chance to strike up a conversation. Well, while I'm in here I might as well do my hair; it was a mess after all. There was a knock at the door, and I could hear my mother's voice on the other side, "Meloni, can I talk to you for a minute? When you're done of course." Crap. There's no getting out of this one. I walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later with my teeth brushed, hair done and bladder empty. Yeah, I'm guilty of stalling, sue me.

I walked into the kitchen first, wanting to be able to use the guise of a full mouth for not talking. Grabbing an apple and some crackers I head into the living room, trying not to look my mother in the eye. "Hey babe, so I wanted to talk to you about something."

I looked up, for her sake, and tried to look clueless, all the while trying not to eat the seeds out of the apple. "What's that?" I ask between bites, trying my best not to talk with food in my mouth (What can I say? That apple was delicious!).She sighed, seeing right through me but not saying anything, and decided to charge on through with, "I know you're tired of having this fight with me, but I would really like for you to go to a public school this year." So here it was, the discussion. I tried to mentally prepare legitimate arguments and figure out how to get out of it. I didn't want to upset her, but going definitely wasn't my first choice.

So what'd you think? It was just over a thousand words so it was a little short, but I'll try to write longer ones. Review! Please and thank you!