To my dearest Journal (this is not a diary!),

I cannot believe my father at this point. He just had to ruin my very first real kiss with Logan. That other time at Camp Jupiter was not a real kiss in my point of view, but this one was. And then my father came along and ruined it.

I'll tell you what happened:

Logan was just about to leave on Christmas Eve, and as we walked to the front door, we must have stepped under some mistletoe.

I'd bet all of my Monopoly money that Aprhodite had something to do with that mistletoe.

We had lent inwards and our lips brushed one anothers. I had felt the electrical shock of sparks as our lips touched. It felt really good.

My dad just had to ruin it.

"Sophie? It's time for bed." My dad had said as he walked into the main hallway assuming that Logan had already left.

He stood there still, and said in a growl that was suprisingly calm, "I think it's time for you to leave, Logan."

"Yes sir. Have a merry Christmas, Sophia." Logan said, blushing.

"Yeah. You as well." I blushed back, as he left the house.

Once he was out of sight, I had turned to my father. "What the hell? I was enjoying my first kiss with Logan over there!"

"Yes, well, you are too young to be kissing."

"If I remember, your first kiss was at my age." I had fought back.

"You cannot be seeing that boy anymore."

"Well that's too bad, now, isn't it? You can't controll what I do. I'm Divergent."

"But I'm trying to eliminate the Divergents."

I had slammed the door to my room and ignored him for the rest of the night.

Love,

The angry daughter of Annabeth and Percy Jackson named Sophia