Life was never my favorite thing. Living in the Underworld didn't help, comsidering my Fathe, evil highness Persephone, and I were the only living things.
May 7, 2010 6:30 a.m.
"NICO!" Persephone wailed, "did you feed my flowers to the hell hound again?" I tried to ignore it, but ignoring Persephone? Impossible. Never upset Persephone, even if your pet hell hound has a habit of eating flowers. It is exactly six- thirty. Why would she care about flowers at SIX- THIRTY! Why is she even up? I will slowly fall back asleep...
11:30 a.m.
"NICO!" This time it was my father. Can a teen age guy never get some sleep? I rolled out of bed. Persephone hates it when I roll around instead of walk. What? I'm a teen age guy with a terrable step- mother who hates my guts. Demeter was with us for some reason, probably to send me to a farm. "Your cereal is getting cold!" She shouted. What is with her and cereal? "Cereal is 'spose to be cold!" I yelled back. I kept rolling to the table. Demeter got confused. "Then it's getting warm!" She decided. "I hate cereal!" I said. I had roled to the table. My hell hound, Kodiak, (aka Cereal to Demeter) licked my face. "Dude eww! I'm about to eat!" I said as I pushed him back.