Don't ask about the image. I don't even know guys. BTW I didn't draw it (obvi). Also, I know the title sucks. I couldn't think of anything else. 

Thea's POV

I am the prettiest girl in my entire school. Maybe even the whole city, which is saying a lot considering I live in New York City. I have sparkling blue eyes, plum pink lips, and long black lashes. My skin in tanned year round (natural!), which matches my platinum blonde hair perfectly. And of course my body. My waist is pencil thin, and I am the definition of thicc. #curvyaf. You think models make people feel bad? Social media star "Thicc" Thea Campbell makes little girls CRY with 370 million followers on Instagram.

And I hate every minute of it.

I hate my movie star boyfriend. I hate eating 2 bites of salad per day! I hate the boys staring at me and the girls turning their backs and whispering, but being nice to my face. And most of all, I HATE being in this tiny little closet where I have barely any room to breath...that's right guys. Thicc Thea is GAY.

Then one day my life changed forever. And it all started when a goat man rescued me from my plastic prison.

Aliyah's POV

"Did you hear she sells drugs?" "I heard she slept with 5 different guys! At once!" "I heard she's a witch and kills puppies." "Oh my god! What a bitch!"

A slut

A psychopath

A worthless loser

A freak

I've never done any of those things. I mean, after my mother died, I just haven't been the same. 7 years old. 7 years ago. These bitches don't understand. Just because I'm back doesn't mean I sell drugs. Just because I wear tight pants doesn't mean I'm a slut. I guess they're right about the worthless freak part though... I like the way I look, but other people think I look creepy, mysterious. And hey! I love puppies. I also love my magic. The way I can summon the shadows to shape my weapon, and other objects. How I can make the dead do my bidding. Mostly getting ice cream from the store. But still. I've known I was a demi-god for 3 years. I don't officially know who my parent is, but we can guess Hades. This year my over protective aunt says I can FINALLY go to camp. And I am SO ready.

Amarantha's POV

Drunken nights appear a lot in my life. Maybe I should be the goddess of that. Although I suppose that's more Dionisus's thing. And being the goddess of stereotypes is lots of fun. Anyway, I was out partying with my mortal friends, and I don't even like, know what happened. I think I was with... David? All I remember is that he was too drunk to be any good at anything he was doing. Luckily, I'm a goddess, so I didn't get pregnant (don't look that up), so that wasn't the problem. The problem was my mom Hera finding out. She called me a slut, so I told her she was being old fashioned!! So of course she got suuuper pissed, because she;s constantly worried about Zeus leaving her for one of the younger hotter goddesses. So, she gave me the worst punishment possible. She sent me to camp.

Camp Half-Blood. 

BTW I made Amarantha up. She's not a real goddess.