Just a warning this contains slash of both kinds. This is not a remake of Nico and Bianca di Angelo in any way. Hope that didn't give away who their dad was. *cough, cough* Hades *cough* I think later this story will be border lining being rated M.

December 23…the day I dreaded the most. My names Logan Shepherd. And if you were wondering, no, I have never even seen a sheep or farm animal of any kind. Me and my sister, Mary, were sitting on one of our dorms couches. We were the only ones there because we didn't have anyone to go to for winter vacation.

You see, our dad left us a long time ago and our mother worked late, sometimes until 3 a.m. So we couldn't go home and not be looked over. We loved our mom, but we could only see her during summer…sometimes. The times we couldn't go and see her over the summer we spent doing more school. So I'm thirteen years old and my sisters nine years old. But we were four years ahead of people our age from doing summer school.

We never had to do summer school because we had to low of grades, but we did it so we could get out faster. If you haven't been able to do the math yet then I'm 13 supposedly making me in eighth grade. I'm 4 years ahead. Eight plus four makes me about to graduate in half a year. My sister's 9 supposedly making her in fourth grade. She is also 4 years ahead. For all of you who don't know or don't feel like counting, four plus four makes her four years from graduating.

"Four and a half years." She said looking up at me.

"Don't correct me." I said looking down at her.

She looked away. "Don't narrate out loud."

*sigh* "Picky girl."

"Straight boy."

"Lesbian girl."

"Boy." She said and looked right at me and I looked right back with a smile. Ya you heard, or read, right. My sister is a lesbian.

I guess I forgot to mention what kind of school this was. In my most unfortunate circumstances my school is filled with gays and lesbians. I don't have problems with either kind of people, but I have boys asking me out all the time and every time I find a girl that I really like she says, "I'm sorry, I'm a lesbian.". Me and my sister usually get along better, but today was special-

"Special with a C." I looked back at her and she was sticking her tongue out at me.

"Special does have a C." I said sticking my tongue out at her.

"I know." She put her arm around me and looked like she was about to go to sleep. "I'll try not to interrupt you to much more."

Anyway, today was special because nothing good ever happened. Last year, when we were walking around in the snow, this one guy walked up and asked us if we knew who he was. I don't have a good memory of how he looked, but of what I can remember he looked like he was going to try to eat or sacrifice us. But after I threatened to call the cops he gave us each a present.

The time before-

"You forgot to tell them what we did with the presents."

"I know that."

We didn't open the presents because we didn't know who he was. So we kept two boxes in another box. Sometimes some of our friends tried to open our presents from that guy for us. Eventually we got tired of it and hid it in the basement, and you needed a key for the basement. It was a good idea for a time, but last month the janitor got fired and he was our way down into the basement. But on Christmas, when the principal comes to check on us, we were going to steal the key off of her. The classic 'Oh, no I fell over. Oh, no I fell over again.' Of course I was going to take it. Yes I was about to graduate in half a year, but I would risk getting expelled so that curiosity doesn't kill me.

Anyway, two years ago this day, Mary and I were getting some food and we heard the front doors open and close with a bang. When we went to see what it was, it looked like a bulldozer tried to eat the wall. After that it was cold the rest of the year.

The stories go on for years, why they always happened on this specific day, I'll never know. For now my sister and I decided to stay in one spot.

"Are you not going to describe us?" She asked.

"I'm getting there." I said responsively.

Let's start with our eyes. Some girls say that mine look like olives, cute green olives. Unfortunately some guys say they could 'Just eat them up'. *shivers* As for my sister, people say that they, like mine, look like olives. But they say that hers look like black olives, which I think is silly because her eyes, to me, have always looked purple.

Our hair was both dark and light. Dark natural and light stress related. Before we went to this school our hair was dark and that was it. But after the first summer of school we stared getting small streaks of lighter hair, now about one fourth of our hair was either dark blond or light brown. I liked to keep my hair above my shoulders, there's not really another way to describe it, and Mary likes to show off.

"Do not!" She shouted.

"What happened to not interrupting?" I asked.

"I said I would try not to interrupt." She said.

*grunt* "Whatever."

Anyway, again, Mary liked to…well she didn't like to get her hair cut and there's no one making her, so her hair was fairly long.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"What was that Logan?" She asked sounding like she had been asleep the whole time.

"Did I cover everything?"

"I think so. Why?"

"I started to get board." I stood up and said, "Come on, let's look around."

She held out her arms and said, "Carry me."

I rolled my eyes and picked her up. "Where should we go?"

She yawned and said, "Let's look outside."

*no more out loud narrating*I took us back to our rooms so that we could get into warmer clothes. Again, another thing that didn't bother us, the cold, but we still wore warm clothes in case we ever did get cold. I wore a black army coat that I got for Christmas once and skiing pants. Mary wore a navy blue jacket with a purple skittles shirt under it and black pants.

"Okay, I think we're ready." I said.

"Ya." Mary said and we started walking toward the front door.

On the way we passed the basement door which we noticed to be open. We stopped for a little before going inside. It was dark, as always, and smelt like rotting meat. We went to where we had put our presents and they were still there.

"Should we open them today, or wait until Christmas?" I asked.

"I was about to ask the same thing." Mary said.

After a while I said, "Well we're taking them no matter what."

So we grabbed them and rushed outside. When we got out we didn't see much else but snow. We heard the faint sound of cars driving up and down the highway about a mile away. We felt a light sprinkle of rain teasing our skin. We tasted dry snow cones inside our mouths. And finally we smelt…smelt…strawberries?

"Do you smell that?" I asked.

"Um, ya, kind of smells like strawberries." Mary said.

"I think it's coming from over there." I said pointing down the hill.

We ran over to the source of the odd smell, but when we got there, there was a single strawberry. "How could this one strawberry make such a big smell?" Mary asked.

"Taste it." I said.

"I wouldn't do that." We turned around to see who it was and it wasn't who I thought it was going to be. "If you ate that strawberry your mouth would explode with flavor."

"Who are you?" Mary asked the strange man.

He was dressed in warm clothing, coat, pants, you know, things you wouldn't wear if you lived in Mexico. "A friend of your dads."

"Did he send you or something?" I asked.

"Actually, yes, he did."

"Why?" Mary asked.

"Um," he started digging through his pockets and after a little he pulled out a letter, "he wanted me to give you this." He held it out.

Mary started walking up to the man, but I stopped her and said, "Stay here."

When I got closer to him I noticed that he looked like a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. "Weird." I said under my breath.

"Here you go Logan." He said.

I quickly jumped back and asked, "How do you know my name?"

"It says it on the letter." He said as fast as I had jumped back.

Him saying that made me feel stupid. "Oh, um, thanks." I said taking the letter. "Hey what's your-?"