THE HISTORY OF NICO DI ANGELO
My name is Nico. I am a son of Hades. That causes many others to resent me. But hey, I can't control my family. I can barely control my temper too. But at least I am aware of that. Anyways, I have been alive for almost eighty five years. But I seem only about 13. How is that you ask? Well read on and I'll tell you.
I was born in 1925 to a poor widow in Washington D. C. I thought my father was a man who had been killed by one of the strange machines called "automobiles". My mother had a hard time taking care of me. My sister, Bianca, who was 2 years older then me, helped, but life was hard. My mother used to tell me how I was like a baby fox- I looked like I wasn't much, but I was a very capable mischeift maker. Life was good for about 4 years. Then the Great Depression started, making my life much worse. After six years, it ended, but my mom had become weak. A few monthes later, she died. We were living in Los Vegas.
We then began to find a place to stay. At least, we tried to. However, no hotel would let penniless kids in. We kept searching and kept getting turned away. Then we found another hotel. It was called the Lotus Hotel and Casino.
It was a beautyful place. There was a sighn with a picture of a lotus. I wanted to go in that hotel. I knew we couldn't stay long. Without money, we had to steal a lot of food. We needed to leave Las Vegas and fast. But we wanted to rest. So we went in the Lotus hotel. Little did I know I would be there for a long time.