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I was sat down on the couch by my mother. “I can not believe you left the house! After dark! Without telling me! You didn’t even leave a note or something!” I looked down. “I’m sorry mom, I just had to help a friend…” Bad choice of words. My mother looked at me angrily. “Your friend? This wouldn’t happen to be the friends you are working for…. would they?” I kept my mouth shut. My mother assumed the worst. “It was wasn’t it?” She sighed. “Which one?” I decided to tell and said, “Hannah and Dion.” “I thought they weren’t dating?” I opened my mouth to respond when my mother held up her hand.
“Never mind, I don’t need to know. But… I have recently come into another source of income. You have no more reason to work for the Speice’s any longer.” I was about to ask what when I glanced at my mother’s hand. More specifically, her left hand. On instinct, I grabbed it. “Mom, is this a bad dream?” I said, horrified. I’m pretty sure you know what I found. It was a ring. More specifically, a engagement ring. I looked at my mom, almost crying. “Mom… you’re getting married?” My mother pulled her hand away. “Yes… yes I am… I’m sorry honey, you can’t stop-” “Love, yes. But when your betraying the original-” “That’s enough! I will no longer allow you to speak to the Speices anymore, if it gets you in this much trouble.” I just ran up stairs.
”This is the worst day of my life!” I said. “I almost get killed, twice, my mother betrays my dad, and I can’t see the Greeks anymore!!” I looked at the picture I was drawing of Hades. It was Hades, in his modern form on one side and the way he was drawn in the Greek manner on the other. I only had one thing left to do, it was to write the lyrics of a song in the middle. That was the only thing left. I began to write. When my dad died, I went through a rather Gothic stage. Of course, right at the end of that I discovered Mythology. More specifically, Greek Mythology. It was a good release. My dad loved mythology… always believed that the Greek gods existed, but they were gone when their age fell.
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