The new Aphrodite Girl

Darcy hated her mom. She wanted to be claimed by a goddess who wasn't obsessed with love and make up. Darcy glared at herself in a mirror. She hated how everyone decided she was a 'im-so-gorgeous-I-love-myself-my-hair-is-to-die-for' girl at a single glance. Instead, Darcy was secretly skilled with weapons, and didn't like to wear too much makeup. Darcy was wearing an MCR tank top, a leather jacket, combat boots and ripped skinny jeans. Along with some mascara and blood red lipstick, her dyed black hair hung to her waist.

Ariana walked into the bathroom. She was wearing dark blue jean shorts, a Camp shirt, a Time Turner necklace, and gray sneakers, and her long brown hair was braided neatly. She wasn't looking at where she was going, as she had her nose buried in a book. As she stepped forward, she didn't see Darcy and accidentally walked straight in to her. Gasping, she quickly apologized. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright?" She was blushing slightly.

"Im fine, dear." She said a little distractedly. She was thinking about her mother, scowling slightly.

"Are you sure?" Ariana asked, looking embarrassed, "You look a little upset." She bent over to pick up the bookmark she had dropped and folded her book closed. Ariana's father had always scolded her for walking while reading, saying she was bound to end up hurt or hurting someone, and maybe he had been right.

"Its about my mother.' She said quite shortly.

"Oh," said Ariana, "Is she mortal, or is she a goddess?" She fiddled with the end of her braid as she spoke. Ariana herself had never really resented or hated her mother for her absence from Ariana's life, but she knew that many other demigods did.

'Goddess. Aphrodite."

Ariana tried to hide her thoughts. She had never been a big fan of Aphrodite, never having been interested in the beauty she was so interested in, and the myths about her didn't exactly portray her in a positive way. "What did she do?" asked Ariana, trying to be nice, though she really had no idea how to comfort others.

"Nothing..I just hate her. I never wanted to be claimed by her. She's just...too obsessed with beauty. Ugh.'