Little Fatherless Baby

Julia Swan just turned thirteen and she doesn't know anything about who she is or where she came from. She was adopted as an infant, so she has no memories of the woman who gave birth to her. Then she goes to Camp Half-Blood and is astounded to find out that her father is a son of Poseidon, and her mother is someone who's neither a mortal, a demigod, a goddess, or a Titan. Sparrowsong 06:55, February 23, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One
I sat in the back seat of the car while my mom drove to Camp Half-Blood, some stupid summer camp I was supposed to go to because of my biological parents. I sighed, twirling my long black hair.

Dammit, why'd I have to be adopted?!

I sighed. My birth mom was probably just some random whore that slept around and ended up knocking herself up because the condom split or she forgot her pill or whatever. My birth dad, for all I knew, could have been her pimp.

A whore, just like me.

Yeah, I was a whore and proud of it. I wore mini skirts, tube tops, fake belly button rings, heavy eyeliner, lipstick, the works.

My parents didn't like the way I dressed. They wanted me to dress like some normal thirteen-year-old.

Snort, snort. Yeah, right.

Oh, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. I guess I'd better explain it to you.

My name's Julia Swan and I'm a slutty bitch. I was put up for adoption at the age of three days and adopted by a family from Regina, Saskatchewan when I was seven months old.

So I'd been with my "parents" for almost my whole life.

They always wanted to have lots of kids, but those dreams were soon crushed. After my mom had four miscarriages, they went to the doctor and found out that she couldn't get through a pregnancy because she had a narrow uterus or...

...something like that.

So, they then adopted my older brother Joshua (who was now fifteen, two years older than me), and a year later they adopted me. I had three more adopted siblings, too - Miyole (four, adopted at three), Isabelle (ten, adopted at sixteen months), and Kyle (five, who'd lived with us since the day he was born - he was actually my cousin, you see, because my aunt (my dad's sister) died giving birth to him).

As you can see, we had a busy house and Joshua and I were constantly stuck babysitting.

Well, a slut like me probably wasn't the best influence on my little brother and sisters, but whatever.

I just played with my hair until my mom finally stopped the car, opened the door and let me out. She kissed my forehead before driving away.

For a second, I could have sworn she was crying.

I picked up my purse and walked to camp. I knew this place was going to change my life forever.