The dark. Some people fear it, while others prefer it over light.

The dark. It's where the monsters lurk.

The dark. It's where I belong.

"co-? Nico?" My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my name. I let out a huge yawn and looked up at my sister who had a wide grin on. Bianca had long brown and black hair and freckles scattered all over her cheeks. All the people at her school like her. Unlike me... everyone hates me.

"Hey, ready for your first day of school?" Bianca asked me with her wide smile still stretched  across her face. I nodded my head and a smile formed on my face. I jumped up, and ran across my room to my drawers. I grabbed my favorite shirt that had 'MythoMagic' across the front and some shorts, then I turned around to Bianca.

"Out! Out ! Out!" I yelled trying and failing to get her out of my room.

"Okay. Okay." Once the door was closed I hurried and tried to put on the clothes only my button on my shorts wouldn't button. As soon as it finally did button I ran out of the room. Our house was sorta small. We had 3 bedrooms, but the rest of the house was teeny tiny. I raced down the hallway, and into the kitchen. Only Bianca wasn't in there. Papa was.

"P-Papa where's S-Sissy?" I faltered do to my fear for the man in front of me. Papa has never been the nicest to me, but was nice to Bianca. H-he doesn't like me.

"Bianca went to school."

"W-what?" I asked confused. Bianca knew it was my first day of school. Where is she?

"I SAID SHE WENT TO SCHOOL!!!!" My feet tripped under themselves and I landed on the floor with a 'Thump!' Papa walked up to me, and grabbed the front of my shirt. He lifted it so we were eye to eye. Tears started forming up in my eyes, but refused to fall. I looked away from Papa. His breath reeked like beer. I didn't want to look at his eyes that were full of hatred for me. I had seen them too many times before to know that they weren't pleasant to look at.

"Look at me when I talk to you." He grabbed my face with his freehand, and made me face him. His breath reeked of beer, and something else I didn't know.

"Tsh, stupid brat looks like you need a lesson." He dropped the hand that was holding my face. the next thing I know there was a fist colliding with my stomach.

10 years later

"Where have you been?!" Sighing I shook my head as a blonde headed bimbo came running down the hallway, glasses falling off his face, and a expression in between relieved and frustrated let me tell you it wasn't pretty. Slamming my locker shut, and looking up to see the one and only Jason Grace. He looked as though he had gotten back from running 10 miles straight cheeks deep crimson, taking deep breaths, and hands on his knees he stood in front of me.

"Be careful there you might just blow all the little pigs house away." Jason just shook his head smiling. I started to walk past him, but regained his posture and out his hands out in a 'WAIT' signal.

"Answer my question." Sighing for the second time this morning I just walked away not feeling that sociable at the moment.

"Aren't you late for class?"

"Free period. Now why were you late to school? You're never late."

"Um..." And I forgot my line...

"CUT!" A voice rang throughout the stage. Mr. D yelled from the audience. "Nicole stop forgetting your lines!"

"It's Nico..." I mumbled looking at the ground. It was Thursday and I was at theater.

"Nico cheer up! Come on!" Jason said encouragingly. Jason grabbed my arm and started dragging me off stage. I should probably explain all this. So I'm Nico, blah, blah. The End. Not really.

Okay this is a really really short chapter I know I'm sorry! Okay so Nico in my story is a bit OOC because of the theater, but I take theater and I thought it would be cool if made him do that. I'm sorry I you didn't like it.

~CookieMonster