Abduction

So my mom finally decided to do something about my father's ... upsetting involvement. The "Schizophrenia" (ha, I'd like to see any of those Therapists be mentally adbucted, brain-probed, and possessed by any of the Greek gods and still stand there listening to their ... ya), has been getting worse. Aphrodite has a tendency to meddle much to much and the only time I can get away from them is when I'm at home, because apparently my father looks after me. Yeah. In any event, my mother managed to contact a woman named  Diana Prince. Who has a certain familiar appearance, I'm thinking THIS LADY. Ya that's how my days have been. Go to school, deal with boring classes, listen to a therapist drone on for about an hour, prescribe new meds and oh ya, hang out with a lady who looks like she can bench press me and break me in half like a twig. AWESOME. Eris has already completely left the house and so now what does my mom think would be a good idea? Me Leaving.

Oh ya mom, lets see you handle seven kids all under the ripe old age of 12 (Harold you don't count- you JUST turned 12). This is completely ridiculous. Why am I even writing this thing again?

....I just got forced to finish this. By Amazon lady. Apparently her mother was contacted by Ares who has a "special" interest (coughERIScough) in my family. such a surprise. A Greek God is interested in my family. My family of Demi-gods. Writing this is boring...

Anyways, mom contacted Miss Prince and she came to "interview" me for a special "school" (doesn't this sound like something out of the comics? I'm kind of EXPECTING stretchy material over everybody's muscles...). Now I'm able to call Amazon: Diana, but it's not like I really want to. She basically tugged me along behind her to go to some private school and I'm stuck in a room listening to Amazon chat with three or four guys. There's a deep voice, a boy-scout sounding voice, a guy that sounds like a squirrel hopped up on sugar, and another guy that sounds like you would pee your pants if you saw him in an alleyway. ... I guess I'm meeting them in the morning. Yea-ay. There better be lights on in the room I'm meeting them in.

Also: Mom? What made you think this would be a good idea? You basically legitimized my kidnapping. Thank. You.