Beautiful Monsters

Chapter 1

Gwen's POV:

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My mom was coming to visit me. She never visited me, we talked on the phone every night, we wrote to each other, but we never sat face to face anymore. It all had to do with the Academy, this place freaked my mom out majorly, the only time she ever crossed the thresh hold was the day she dropped me off when I was ten, it been five long years, and she's finally going to visit.

I'm dying my hair back to blond. My mom would be really upset of she saw my purple hair. She might even faint.

I love my mom, she just has a little problem admitting to herself what I am. Truth be told, so do I. That's what I envy about Cela, she knows exactly who she is. She's proud of her heritage.

There has been an incessant pounding in my head. I think it's because I'm nervous and really stressed out about seeing my mom.

What if she doesn't like what I've become? What if she is scared of me? What if she doesn't love me anymore?

The questions swirling in my head made me sick. I waited on my plush white sofa for the knock that signified that my mom had arrived.

It was no 3:30 she was supposed to be here at 3:00. She might just be late, trouble with traffic maybe, but several years ago Mom promised to come in a phone call. She set a date and time. She sounded so excited and sincere, but she never came. I waited for six hours at the gate, but her red Cadillac never crossed the threshold.

I didn't blame her then, and I still don't. I get it, all of this freaks her out.

I'm like a lot of others who attend this academy, we are the children of a gods. There are several academies scattered across the world, but this specific academy is held for the gods' children, important nymphs, and other creatures I once believed were just myths. On rare occasion there were demigods who got accepted who were not the child of a god, but were in good standing with the god or goddess in their family linage. The monstrous building lays on the small untouched land of Greece.

My head snaps to the side as the door flies open, there stands the regal woman I call Mom. She looks great, tall and powerful in a pinstripe business suit. Mom is a lawyer back home, she works mostly civil suits. I don't miss a second before I attack her with a bear hug.

"Hey! How are you doing little girl?" Mom looks at me for a second before adding, "you don't look so little anymore though!"

I laugh at her lame excuse of a joke and say, " I missed you Mom,"

"I missed you too girly! So how is it here?"

We talk and laugh for what seems to be only minutes, but the clock says otherwise.

My door bursts open for the second time today, and I start to wonder if I should save up for a lock. In walks Cela smoking what I hope to be a cigarette, but knowing Cela it's something that is illegal back in the states.

Mom gasps, she is not used to the way a lot PF's look. PF standing for paranormal freaks. A lot of us have Devine qualities that set us apart from pure humans, Cela included.

She is a sight, her small and slight frame give her a weak and childlike look. She is anything but. She carries scars with pride, no matter how she got them. She has a scar down her back that had to be stitches up, when I told her she needed to go to the hospital she looked at me as if I was crazy and said,"Gwen, it's just I tiny scratch, I don't feel a thing." I remember looking at her in horror because the entirety of her white tank top was soaked with blood.

She never considered those battle scars though. The ones she saved that honor to we're the straight lines that covered her forearms. She unlike most cutters took great pride in what she did and hardly ever covered them up. She claimed they showed her strength.