olive skin, green eyes, and straight blond hair. She is just shy of six feet tall and curvy in the hips. Her father has dark brown wavy hair and chocolate eyes. He is a little over six feet tall. Kallos has long reddish brown hair and blue eyes. She is barely over five feet tall. She really doesn't know why she has never noticed it before. Then, she looks around at all the pictures. There are some where her parents are much younger, and there are some of Kallos as a baby. Looking back she has never seen a picture of her mother pregnant. Her best friend’s mom has a lot of them, but not her mom. She looks back at her parents and tears form in her eyes. She closes her eyes for a second, “Mom, Dad?” They were already looking at her with worry on their faces. She smiles to try to hide the pain behind her eyes, but could tell that she’s not fooling them. “I have some home work to do and I am really tired. Do you mind if I eat in my room?” Her mom looks at her dad and he just nods.
“Okay thanks. Good night.”
“I love you,” she hears her mom say as Kallos runs up the stairs. She goes to her computer and types in Aphrodite. She wants to know everything about the goddess.
CHAPTER THREE
Kallos’ alarm goes off and she wants to kick herself. She only got three hours of sleep. She stayed up and read everything that had to do with Aphrodite. She jumps when she hears her mother yell for her to get up. Moaning, she gets up and grabs her robe. After her shower, she put on a little makeup and got dressed. She stares at herself in her mirror and notices that her hair is starting to lighten up and her skin is extra clear. She looks around and finds her favorite red, long sleeved shirt. Her parents didn’t really care for it; they always said it showed a little too much. Then she puts on her white skirt. She really loves the way it shows off her tan legs.
She knew that her dad would flip, but she really didn’t care. She walks into the kitchen, and her dad is looking at his new Blackberry. She didn’t see her mom, which is weird. Her mom always makes breakfast for her in the mornings. “Hey Dad, where’s Mom?” Her dad glances up and looks down. His head quickly shoots back up and he narrows his eyes.
“What are you wearing?” he asks and narrows his eyes.
“Clothes. What does it look like I’m wearing a paper bag?” she barks back.
“Don’t talk to me like that young lady. I would almost prefer a paper bag to that get-up. I think you should change.” She really hates when he goes all “dad” on her. She looks at the clock and grins.
“Oh look, I don’t have time. You don’t want to be late on our second day do you?” He hates to be late to anything. They are always the first ones to anything and the last ones to leave. She hears him grunt and she smiles. She knows that she won and won’t have to change.
“Just get in the car.” Her dad is always the easy one to win over, but her mom would fight tooth and nail to get what she wanted. Kallos is just lucky that she isn’t here.
In the car Kallos looks at the man that she always thought was her dad. Is she really adopted? Most of her friends back at home have brothers and sisters. When she asked if she could have one, they said that she was all they needed. She needs to know. She opens her mouth and then shuts it again as she rethinks asking him at all. How could she ask him if he was her real father? He has been the one there for her no matter what. Besides, this isn't the time to ask. She could feel the tears form in her eyes. She quickly looks out the window so her dad wouldn’t see. She shuts her eyes and holds them tight fighting back the tears threatening to fall. A couple of tears escape, and she brushes them away with the back of her hand. She tries to think of something and the only thing that came to her mind is Ian: how he smiles at her and makes her feel like