My Warm Fireplace

So I finally made the story for Chiyemi Sasaki.

Chiyemi grew up in Japan until age eleven. She is now fourteen and needs to find something. It's almost as if she can see what she wants but it isn't within reach. Will she ever reach it? TATN / Thalia! 01:32, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One.
Let's get one thing straight before I tell you my mostly happy life's story.

To you, nor anybody, am I 'that girl from Japan' or 'that girl that wishes she was really from Japan'.

I get that enough.

Oh, and no calling me super-nerd.

So what I get straight A's? I can't help my intellect, can I?

I walked through the halls, trying to pass for normal with make-up and other cosmetics clouding my real face.

While all the other girls wore tight shirts and tiny skirts, I wore jeans and a sweat-shirt.

It didn't matter what I wore.

No guy would ever think about dating me.

I went into history class, my favourite subject.

I was probably the youngest ninth grader here.

I had skipped a year, due to my parents' request.

History class was the only thing that interested me, here at Goode High.

I listened to Mr Ale drone on and on and on about the ancient Greek gods.

I swear when he mentioned one of the goddesses he winked at me.

I forget which goddesses it was though. I think her name started with an H or an A.

Somehow, I knew that she related to Zeus.

I shrugged off the thought and grabbed my notes. I shoved them into my binder and tossed that into my bag.

I walked off to the cafeteria.

Lunch.

Was.

A.

Motherf*cking.

Menace.

No one sat near me.

Ever.

No one looked at me.

Ever.

No one talked to me.

Ever.

No one liked me.

Ever.

Sure I had one friend.

But she was really annoying. She was like a puppy, always following me.

I just ate my sandwich and listened to her drone endlessly on about some story she read and how inspiring it was.

The sandwich was tasteless.

Most people are probably wondering why I wasn't easting rice and sushi.

Another thing. Repeat after me:

CHIYEMI HATSU SASAKI IS ALLERGIC TO SUSHI!!!

Want to ask me what it does?

I barf it all up ten minutes after consuming it.

I'd found this out when I was a little girl.

When I got home, my parents told me something shocking that went with what I'd learned at school today.

I was half-divine, half mortal.

I was a demigod.

One of my parents had cheated on the other.