Leo Valdez If Olympus Had Their Own Version Of The Met Gala!

Piper McLean if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Me trying to convince my friends to read the Green Creek series

Sometimes I live and I feel like I’m pretending to be someone else. I don’t like that feeling.

Girls are coming out of the woods, lifting their broken legs high, leaking secrets from unfastened thighs, all the lies whispered by strangers and swimming coaches, and uncles, especially uncles, who said spreading would be light and easy, who put bullets in their chests and fed their pretty faces to fire, who sucked the mud clean off their ribs, and decorated their coffins with briar. 

Girls are coming out of the woods, clearing the ground to scatter their stories. Even those girls found naked in ditches and wells, those forgotten in neglected attics, and buried in river beds like sediments from a different century. They’ve crawled their way out from behind curtains of childhood, the silver-pink weight of their bodies pushing against water, against the sad, feathered tarnish of remembrance. They're coming. They're coming. 

A segment of poem by Tishani Doshi

Percy Jackson if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Reyna if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Frank Zhang if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

“Healing begins when you share your story with safe people.”

— Unknown