Hai, when this is posted, at least 2 other chapters will be already written. :)

Bianca died. But she didn't try for rebirth. When Nico came looking for her, she was already out. And possessed. But now that's done. Nico and Bianca have an adoptive mother, and they go to school together. And here's what happens.

Nico's a sophomore, Bianca's a junior.

Bianca's boyfriend is Alex Gieran.

The new girl is Emily but she goes by Emie because Emily is too normal.

They go to West Harbor High School, near Hollywood.

Their mother, Kairen Volace, is an agent and is almost never around.

Based on Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

~~~~~Part 1: Awful by Nevershoutnever~~~~~

Nico's POV

I lay in my bed… no sleep as usual. I can never sleep. The problem with being the death kid is that you. Never. Sleep.

You can't. Hundreds of people die everyday. I can feel it, everyday, every second, every time.

It's enough to drive someone insane.

So every night, I grab my headphone and iPod, and use my favorite playlist on mix. (AN: if you want the playlist PM me) That's how I get through nights. Books, too.

Days, I don't know how I live. I text and call with all my demigod friends, and I have Bianca back. That's the highlight of my whole day. The rest… let's just say there's no place for a death kid in a place full of blood-thirsty teenagers. Everyone mean teases me, nice people are scared of me. I used to eat with Bianca, but she got her own friends. It's easier for her. She's liked by everyone. Like father. Better grades, better looks, better friends, and her boyfriend is the freaking quarterback. No, I don't hate her. There's always that nagging piece that's jealous. But then I remember I can shadow travel and she's scared too.

And Alex. I don't like him. He's a jerk.

I am happy though, Kairen is a nice lady and we have a nice house. Plus, my school allows texting except during a test.

I'm a little so-so, but because of my outfit style and default emotions, people think I'm depressed and emo.

I looked at the clock. 5 AM. I have 2 and a half hours. Perfect. I got into a pair of dark jeans and an Ed Hardy t-shirt. I slipped on my tennis shoes and brushed my dark hair. I stared at myself through the mirror as Brendon Urie sang into my ears. My dark hair and eyes contrasted with my pale skin, making me look ghastly. I was stick thin and I wasn't too tall or too short. I always looked like I was glaring. I'm a walking Halloween. I tried a smile, but it didn't seem to fit right. I swung my leather jacket over my shirt and went downstairs.

"What would you like Mr. di Angelo?" said Mimi, the cook.

"Waffles please, and I told you to call me Nico," I said, opening my copy of The Hunger Games for the, I dunno, 50th time? I absorbed the words as Mimi mixed the batter and plugged in the waffle maker. I bopped my head to A-Punk and flipped the page.

By the time Bianca came down, face flawless with makeup and her hair blow-dried to perfection, the games had already started.

"Gods Nico, again? You are obsessed," she said, picking up a fresh waffle. I rolled my eyes and flipped another page. "So you finished with homework?"

"It's not like I have any friends or anything to do," I said with a monotonous voice.

"Maybe you should get some other friends besides Percy and the other camp friends."

"You know what it's like for me Bianca. Let's not forgot that my own dad likes you better than me. My face is stuck in a permanent glare and everyone is scared of me. Yeah, I can DEFINITELY make friends."

"Have you tried smiling?"

"Everyday. I look weird."

She sighed and looked at her phone. "Katie's having Travis troubles again."

"What else is new?"

"Can you talk to him?"

"I can talk to Percy to talk to him, but I'm not besties with Travis."

"Never mind…"

"Good morning," said Kairen. She planted a kiss on Nico and Bianca's cheeks and grabbed the coffee and dashed out. "Busy day with a new photo shoot and interview, love you, have a good day, bye!"

Typical morning.

I shoved Howl's Moving Castle into my backpack for reading later and swung my black backpack on my back. We got into Alex's car and drove to school.

I just read in the back seat as they talked about their random stuff. I decided not to pay attention, because I really didn't care.

I said goodbye to Bianca and made my way to homeroom. I went through the door at sat in my desk at the front. People think I'd be a slacker, but I'm actually good. It's because I have no distractions except books. I may be dyslexic, but I power through. I have straight As in everything.

My homeroom is the same as my AP English teacher. So, yay Mr. Dunham! I checked my phone. A new message from Percy.

(AN-underline is Percy, Italics are Nico)

How's my favorite death kid?

I'm the only one you know.

But you're still my favorite :P

Thanks for the try, but you're still like my only friend.

What about Bianca? Hazel? Annabeth? Leo? You know, the camp friends.

For me right now, you guys are only a virtual device.

Sorry bro. Have a good day at school :) I have a test

Sounds fun. I'll try.

I locked my phone as Mr. Dunham stood in the front. I looked around to see who was around me. The desk to my left had Bree Carter, behind me was Craig Li. To my right was the only empty seat in the class. Bree had scooted her desk over an inch. Craig was leaning back in his chair. I sighed as a new girl stood in the door.

"Ah, you must be Emily Carver," Mr. Dunham said to the blonde-haired girl.

"Call me Emie. Emily's too normal," she replied, her hazel eyes sparkling. She gave a smile and he directed her to the seat next to me. I gulped and tried to get through homeroom without staring at her or scaring her.

Mr. Dunham allowed us to have free talk that day. I had pulled out a book. Emie turned to me. She stared for a while

"Hi," she said.

I turned to look at her. "Hi."

"My name's Emie."

"I heard."

"What's yours?"

"Nico."

"How come you don't talk to people?"

"Because they don't like me."

"Don't you have any friends?"

"My sister, a junior, and people around the country. Most older than me."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, but I live. I scare people. I live. I eat alone. I live. I mostly read."

"What about sleep?"

"Oh, I don't do that. It's… complicated, so to say."

"Well, Mr. Nico, you seem quite interesting. I'm finding you at lunch."

I glanced up to the board. With wide eyes, I turned to her, convinced she was joking.

But her expression was as serious as a girl of her nature who just 'made a new friend' could be.

The bell rang and I dashed to Math.

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