Dreamer

Introduction... or whatever
This is a story about 13 year old Cassie, who struggles to keep her social and family life together when she finds out that she is a demigod, and her adventure with her two, also newly found demigod friends, the practical and levelheaded Sara, and crazy and impulsive Laia (like the princess from Star Wars, it's pronounced Lay-uh), as they trek the journey from Wisconsin the Winter Wonderland (I should know... It's pretty bad here) to Camp Half Blood in New York.

Chapter One
I had made my first mistake when I laughed at Marco when he told her that she was a demigod. A daughter of Morpheus. And that her two best friends, Sara and Laia, were demigods also. I could not believe it. So I laughed and walked away, then told my friends. We all had a good laugh about it, but then there was this silence after, when we all were considering the possibilities of it being true.

We looked at each other and then Laia and I stared at Sara, whom we often went to for problem solving advice. Sara always had the answers to everything, and was always so logical. She dyed her naturally blond hair into a nice reddish-brown color. It was pulled back into a bun with silver bobby pins holding back her bangs. She wore a purple layered shirt, and a bunch of black, shiny necklaces hung low on her neck. A pleated gray with black plaid skirt went to about mid thighs, which looked nice with her purple-ish gray tights with short, black heels. Her gray eyes were cloudy as she thought it over.

"Well," she said after another minute of thinking, " it's possible, but I don't think so.... But it is very logical considering you," she pointed to me," are defiantly a day-dreamer, and Morpheus is the god of dreams and sleep, I believe. And as Marco came up to me earlier-"

"He talked to you and you didn't tell me?!" I asked, sounding betrayed and shocked. She sighed.

"Yes, he talked to me, but I was going to tell you guys after you told your story, but obviously you told the same one as I was going to." I nodded and told her to continue.

"As I was saying, Marco came up to me earlier and said that I was a daughter of Athena, which works out perfectly! She is really smart, you know." And then she smiled as if she had done something wonderful.

"He hasn't talked to me yet!" Laia complained with this little pouty face. Everyone knew that she and Marco had this little romance going on, and she actually was rather dissapointed when he went to other people before her. Which, I can understand why he goes to other people, because Laia is a little nutty.

She dresses a little weird also. Like today, for example, she's wearing little white slip-ons with two different colored flowers on each toe. Blue lace 'x' sock thingies came up to her knees. A sparkly blue skirt that matched her lace 'socks' feel to her knees. A t-shirt that had a winking face on it, proudly proclaimed "HAPPY GIRLIE" on the bottom. A big, red heart necklace made a nose on the face. Matching heart earrings dangled from her ears. Her black and white striped bag sat on the shoulder in which she held her pink phone. She lived on that thing. Her blond hair fell to her shoulders and part of it was pulled back in a bun on the side of her head with a blue chopstick stuck through it. Her dark blue eyes were always smiling along with a goofy grin on her face.

Of course, who am I to talk? Today I'm wearing a pair of jeans with what looks like a tiger-dragon-thing flying across my legs. I'm wearing a blue-green no-name band's t-shirt with a brown fur-lined hoodie pulled over. My blond hair falls to my shoulders and my bangs are pulled back and over my head with a blue flower. I had feather earrings that were kind of hard to see against my hair. My beat up blue sneakers were the least attractive part of my outfit, but if you ask my mom, it would be my gold eyebrow ring (which I had begged her to let me get since I was eight and she finally gave in for my 12th birthday).

"So why hasn't he told me who my parent is? Marco is so in trouble!" Laia she pouted. Then, as if on cue, Marco walked down the hallway, looking anxious and scared.

"There you are! I thought something terrible might have happened to you guys! Oh, and Laia, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he pauses and looks at Sara and me. "But they might've beat me to it. Uh, but I have the feeling that you've been filled in, you're the daughter of Iris goddess of the rainbow. Sorry for not telling you sooner, but Athena and Morpheus -no offense intended- are more important than Iris."

"Why would I be offended? I don't even know her... Oh, and that's okay. I guess I sorta understand why. Maybe."

"You wouldn't be offended," he explained. "Iris would. Gods are very touchy." There were a few 'oh's and 'that make's sense's.

(to be continued)