Sup. I'm Paris Lee Anne Jones. I'm fourteen (well, at least for a few more months) and basically just average. Straight sandy blond hair, clear blue eyes, thin but not to thin, and braces. Ya know, average. The only difference is that I look younger than what I really am.
I was born to a teenage mom. My mom was the most beautiful woman ever. Chocolate brown hair, always perfectly tan, and beautiful violet eyes. My mother was perfect. When you looked at my mother you would think that Aphrodite had came down from the heavens and blessed her as a baby. But her beauty was just the luck of genetics. My mom may have looked like a delicate flower but really she had the the heart of a tomboy. She fixed cars, played football in the mud, went hunting and camping, even BMX riding and broke nearly every bone in her body. My mom did it all. But her life came to a stand still when she found out she was pregnant with me at 16. My mom had just gotten out of her relationship with my father. She dated him for two years and really loved him, but then he had to leave our home of Alaska for New York for some reason but died in a plane crash. My mom never really told me much about my father, just that he was 18 when I was born and what I've told you. Not much happened while I was a kid. Mom had other boyfriends, but she always told me that there was no point in trying to replace my father. But she went about life normally. I was my peppy, optimistic self while she was still adventures and beautiful. I got to camp because of my friend Thor. He was a weird dude. He couldn't walk straight, couldn't run, and was a major tree hugger. But he was my best friend. Thor was the coolest dude ever. Then one day when me and Thor were walking home and on when we were walking down the long, forest surrounded rode that kinda counted for the driveway to my house and his and he heard something. I thought he was hearing a rabbit or deer or something but he was persistent on getting home. I just walked. Worst mistake ever lemme tell ya that. Crash! I looked behind me and and it was like the incredible hulk was out to get me and Thor. "Paris!" Was all I heard Thor say before I took off running. We managed to louse Mr Hyde by going the hard way that led to the back yard of my house. Thor went into his garage and brought our a car that seemed like it belonged in Transformers. He told me to get in the car and that he'd explain everything to my mom later. Blah blah blah he told me I was a demigoddess blah blah blah explain explain explain. Me and Thor got all the way to the base of Half blood hill then boom! One of Magneto's henchmen came and tried to bite our heads off. Then once again the last thing I heard was Thor scream my name and then another crash. But this time, the monster backhanded my best friend against a tree and he passed out. And he was bleeding. Badly. I cant remember anything after that. I mean I remember going at it with the monster, but that's it. The next thing I remember clearly was there being pile of ash on one side of me and Thor in front of me. He began to say something, but he seemed to materialized into a small patch of a wild strawberry patch. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I picked up the strawberry patch and carried it up to the camp. And you know what happens from here on out.
I've been told I'm like my mom. Thrill seeking and adventurous. But with my own touch of creativity and determination. I've been told to be annoying though. But I think my fun loving and care free personality kind of evens it out. I try playing jokes on people but usually it just gets me in trouble. Meteorology and building are two of my passions. Mom taught me how to do everything with cars and I kind of have a handiness skill that still needs to be refined, but it's going far.
