Dust In The Wind

Kennedy is an emo twelve-year-old demigod whose mother abandoned her on her adoptive parents' doorstep when she was a newborn baby. Now she has to go to Camp Half-Blood, and her mother turns out to be the last person anyone would have suspected. No, it's not Artemis. Sparrowsong 23:07, February 22, 2010 (UTC)

??? POV
Oh, I knew this was wrong. I said I would never have an affair with a mortal.

But I met this guy. His named was Matt, and he wasn't bad-looking. He was maybe twenty-five, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. He seemed nice, a lot nicer than the idiot I was forced to call my husband.

We started chatting. After a while, I got this feeling when I looked at him. The feeling I wished I had for my husband.

I was in love with this man.

I told Matt that he was "hot," as mortals said. We agreed to have a one-night stand and then go seperate ways.

I didn't think there would be consequences, though.

I found out that I was pregnant, and it wasn't my husband's. We hadn't made love for thousands of years.

It was Matt's child.

There was nothing I could do. I most certainly couldn't keep this baby or give it to its father, and I most definitely did not believe in abortion.

So instead, I looked up close-ish (hopefully at least in the same continent) couples looking to adopt children. I finally found someone suitable.

Their names were Eric and Marie Scott. They had in a nice, large house in Forks, Washington. They wanted a child, but they couldn't have one because they were both infertile.

I wrote down their address and hid it in my pocket.

One day, I finally went into labor. I snuck off and gave birth to my baby in an abandoned warehouse.

It was a girl. I looked down at her and gave her a sad smile.

This was the last time I was ever going to see my daughter.

I wrapped my baby in a blanket, placed her in a cardboard box, and teleported to Forks. I taped the box shut, cutting a breathing hole in the top, and left a note saying "Please take care of this baby."

Then I put the box on their doorstep, rang the bell, and left.

I just hoped she wouldn't ever show up at Camp Half-Blood and find out who her mother was.