My mom is part greek and so she named me that. My dad is full on american. I’m an only child. My parents, they don't really expect me to be the best. It’s not that they don’t think I’m smart, they do. It’s just that they don’t care about studies. All they care about fun. But that isn’t really my forte. Books are. My house is, kinda a mansion. I mean, I have my own library! That’s where I am right now, my library (which probably speaks for itself). I look around for a new book to read.
I pick up this giant dusty book from the shelf. I remember seeing this book in my library, it was my great grandfathers. Although, I had never read it before. My finger touches the book and I get a tingly sensation. I know what your thinking, that's bad news don't read it. However, if there is one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I never ever back down (and I love reading).
I lick my finger and flip to the first page. BAM! Suddenly, I’m unconscious.