(OK so I'm starting a new story. Ill try to update the Runaways as much as I can but at the moment I don't really have any ideas for it. so until I get some ill be working on this. And also about grammar. spelling and punctuation. my computer is crappy and doesn't always recognize errors like that.)

When my brother and I were kids. Before my dad turned into an alcohol induced pot headed moron. And back when we still lived with him. My father used to tell us stories about the Greek gods and goddess. About how they would come down from mount Olympus and have kids with mortals called half bloods. Or Demigods.

"That's why you don't have a mommy. She's a beautiful goddess who lives up there. Someday you'll meet her." I always believed him. But my brother. Tobias never did. He always told me that dad just made those stories up because he was crazy and had to think of some way to explain why mom had left us.

"Which goddess was it daddy?" I always asked this and every time he would answer.

"The most beautiful of them all." That would always make me smile.

Now eight years later we lived with our aunt and uncle and any mention of dad or Greek gods and goddess would either go unheard or be shot down with a stern glare. Tobi was the older twin by 10 seconds. Something he always had to bring up. Tobi was also the smarter twin and did better in school. Where as I was just... Me. I liked to draw. I could draw very well actually and always had good grades in art class but that didn't mean anything to my Aunt and Uncle. my grades were mostly Cs Bs and the occasional A except for reading which always had a D or F in. I was dyslexic. I couldn't understand anything and apparently that is a crime according to Uncle Joe and Aunt Patrice.

I sat in my room I shared with Tobi, sketching a couple characters from this goofy web comic called Homestuck when Tobias burst in and slammed the door. I jumped and mad an undignified little squeak.

"Jesus Christ you wanker. The hell was that all about?!"

"Just shut up Sarah. Just shut it!"

"Well fine. I didn't want to talk to you anyway."

My Bother sighed.

"Sarah… I'm sorry… I know I'm an ass. I just… I don't know. I'm stressed." I looked up from my sketchbook.

"About what?" I asked. Tobi glanced over at me.

"You know… Aunt Patrice and Uncle Joe want me to get into the Career center next year and if I want to do that I need to do good on my tests. I don't have time to lolly gag, sit around and play video games or hang with friends like a normal teenager. I want to live a little you know. And they put so much pressure on me." I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me. His large green orbs filled with distress. I wrapped my arms around him, we sat on his bed for a while hugging, the last time we did this was when we had been taken away from dad.

I pulled away and smiled at my brother.

"He things will be ok. Well get through this together. You and me. Were a team. Love you bro." He smiled back.

"Love you to sis."

(Ok so this is just the first chapter. I am going to update whenever I finish a chapter and I am going to be writing a lot. Hope you guys liked it. Peace.)