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The Life and Times of Luna Vain

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If you asked me where I pictured myself in one year, this is not how I would picture myself. If you told me that within the next week I was going to be lead to a camp on Long Island by a satyr, I'd think you're crazy. Right now I am 12 years old, and I survived one year knowing I'm a demigod, half-blood, godling, whatever you want to call us. It basically means I'm half human, half god, I have some sent that attracts monsters and other mythical creatures. And this scent strengthens once I find out, oh lucky me.
It all started December 14, one of the final days before winter holidays, and everything was normal well as normal as it gets when you go to a fine arts middle school in New Jersey. Band kids and choir kids fighting over whose concert was better. I didn't want to miss any of the fun and decided to insult the choir near some extreme choir lovers.
"Why do they think they're better? I mean one band over powers all the choirs put together, microphones or not." I said to a bunch of my fellow band geeks as we passed a tightly knit group of choir lovers.
The others giggled, and another girl piped in "Well at least I can hear your flute solo without a microphone, I can barely make out what those dozens of choir soloists are singing!"
I let out a laugh "That's so true, and how come they give solos to everyone? I mean you don't see us giving solos to second-rate musicians and they are totally fine with it." As I saw this I feel the eyes of one particular girl burning into my back. April Harding, my enemy since I got here. I stood there and waited to hear what April had to say.
"What is with you band geeks? You go on and on about how you can overpower us but have you tried singing on-key? It's not easy you know, I'd like to see you guys sing the music you play." April glared, daring us to come up with a better comeback.
"Oh I can sing, can you guys?" said Jamie calmly to the small crowd around us "I'm pretty sure Mrs. Palmer would say we can sing since we start class by singing B flat major so we can hear the pitch. I'm also sure that learning to play an instrument is harder than learning to sing on-key. Have you tried to memorize a million-and-one ways just to play just a single note on the clarinet?"
April just continued to glare at us then hurried off to her drama class. I pick up the few things I have and slowly walk to the band room with my fellows geeks. It's the last day before winter break so we're just watching movies, and next thing I know it's time for English, the one class I share with Miss April Harding. I walk into classroom 236 and see Ms. Witherton at her desk, but she looks a little different, she looked a little green.
"Ms. Witherton, are you ok? You don't look so well," I asked her.
"No, I'm fine, thank you for caring," she replied with a slight slither in her voice.
The story of my original character Luna Vain, daughter of Apollo. Please give critique and feedback while you can!!
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Camp Half-Blood (c) Rick Riordan
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