I never cried. In my whole fifteen years of life, I have never shed a single tear. As a baby, I was closely monitored. They thought I was sick, or that I was going to die.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I lived and I laughed and I learned.

But I never cried.

I'm not really sure why that is. I was never really the crying type. I certainly wasn't like the other kids. In daycare, I stayed away from the others and they stayed away from me. An unspoken agreement was formed as soon as I was first carried through the door.

Leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone.

As the years went on, the only person I really talked to was my older sister, Bianca. She's the only one who understands me. The only one who ever will. Luckily, she's 17 right now. I plan on having her around to support me for my whole life. I'm almost certain that I'll die before her. I have to.

I can't live without her.

Even though she's currently at an elite school in a different state (Artemis's School for Young Huntresses, or A.S.Y.H. for short), we talk on the phone everyday. Always at 4:00 on the dot.

If I think about it, she's the only person I've ever actually loved. I'm pretty sure she's the only person I ever will love. I don't need anyone else. She's always been the one to get me to try new things.I never would have discovered that pomegranates are my favorite fruit if she wouldn't have forced me to try it. And I never would have gotten hooked on Mythomagic.

Mythomagic is a game based on Greek mythology. I have all of the cards and figurines except for one. The Hades figurine. I went to the local bookstore everyday to see if they had it, but they never did.

It never stopped me from looking, though. I was in there everyday after school, just looking through the figurines. When I didn't find the Hades one, I would simply leave, the happy jingle of the bell betraying my mood.

It was always straight home after that. I never saw my father very often because he was usually at the morgue. Since he was a mortician, though, it was pretty much a given.

When I would get home, I would make a bowl of cereal or instant noodles (Since I was Italian,I detested the Chef Boyardee foods. They seemed almost insulting to the culture.) if I was hungry that day. Then I would go up into my room and shut the door. I would sleep or play Mythomagic (I rarely did my homework) before taking a shower (Which was an every night occurrence since I seem to smell like death.) and going to sleep.

When I woke up, I would get dressed, grab my backpack, an go to school. Breakfast was always skipped.

There was less chance of seeing my father that way.

I would suffer through a day of school, and the cycle would start again at the local bookstore.

It wasn't the most interesting life, if you could call it that, but I never complained. Just like I never was one to cry, I never was one to complain.

That, too, was seen as a sign of weakness.

Hey! Hope you enjoyed chapter two! I already got a review! ~^_^~ That makes me unbelievably happy since it's currently 3:02 A.M. and I should be asleep.

Please review, and I shall see you all next time!

-Rebel