Fuck it, I said I would rewrite this, and I am. Time to stop playing around and actually do what my audience wants. Somehow this is my most viewed and reviewed story, to this day, despite my not adding anything to it for several years. *Shrugs* Whatever, we'll see how it goes, how the changes in my writing style affect this. As usual read and review, like always, I need to know if this style/prose is of any value. (I also finally remember how to do the horizontal lines)

When we are first born into this plane of existence we lie still and quiet, with nothing to call our own. We have only our meaningless physical form to which our greatest prize is tethered: our everlasting soul. We have nothing. No friends, no knowledge of the world, no clue of our own grievances and future transgressions, but it is at this point where we receive what unites all of this physical realm; we receive a label. Granted, some may not call a 'name' a label but what else could it be? A name is just something that what we use to refer to a known concept, is that not also a label?

Ironically, nothing that can be named is without a label. The cosmos, even in their old age, and precedence of those who label, still received one. As you see, nothing is immune, nothing is above this one fact. If it is known, then it is labeled.

The first label received is always a name; the sun, a hot ball of gas that has been burning for eons, has a name, what makes you think that you're special? The second label is an identifier. Since the dawn of time humans have been using identifier to simplify the complexity of the natural world, whether we call a creature an animal, or an insect, it just a way to put it into a box, and with all boxes, there are ones that oppose their classification.

Black was one such person. To put it simply, he disliked his labe- er, name. He wished he could disregard it, cast it off as one cast off a heavy coat after coming home from the cold winds of winter. He wished he could just draw another, as if pulling from a hat. Any other would do, perhaps Tom or Phil, maybe even Ian if he was lucky. However, there were no magic hat pulls in life, only cold, hard truths and the reality of it all. A reality that Black very much disliked his name.

Don't get him wrong, Black was a well enough name in it's own right, it was just that, simply, it was very easy to poke fun at. Ironically, 'black' is found in many words, as it is a descriptor: Black bear, blackberries… oh how there were many words with it! Black came to find this out soon enough. Black's sister, White, made it a point to call Black with every addition could be made. The introduction of a new phone brand didn't help all that much either… Black tried fruitlessly to use her own medicine against her, but there were no easy ways to twist 'white' into something like 'blackberry'. Besides, they didn't have a phone called the 'Whiteberry'. To say that Black's sister was annoying was an understatement.

Speaking of White, she was very aggressive, with everything. She thoroughly enjoyed abusing her power, day in and day out. As she was older, their mother occasionally entrusted White with the care of Black while she was out. Today was one such occasion…

"Are you seriously still playing video games?" White huffed, hands on her hips. "That's all you ever do. Don't you have homework?"

Black pouted, he had come to expect this from his sister, but it didn't change how much it bothered him. "I did it earlier." He looked over at her. She now stood in the doorway to his room, frowning. "What's it to you?"

White scoffed. "I personally don't care, but if Mom finds out you didn't do it then she'll blame me, and then I won't get desert." White slapped Black's shoulder. "You know, not all of us only think of ourselves."

Black would have been taken aback by her out right hypocrisy, that is, if it wasn't so typical of her.

Black opened his mouth to speak but White quickly interjected. "Uh uh, save it. Don't care, don't need to hear it." With that she left the room, opting to head to her own.

Black rolled his eyes and returned to the game. He was nearing the final level, he could almost taste sweet victory-! The power suddenly cut. Black went agasp, maybe the power went out? Black turned towards his door, only to see White standing there waving the power cord triumphantly.

Black glared at her. "You didn't."

"Oh, but I did." She threw the cord at him. "Do your homework." Black began to speak but White once again stopped him. "Don't give me that 'I did it earlier' crap either. I know you didn't, I see it sitting on the table."

Black sighed, rolling his eyes again. He would just have to do his homework he guessed. White moved out of the door to allow him to pass. "When you're finished, you can come lose at SSB."

Black laughed, already down the hallway. "You'll lose like you do all the time." He called back to her.

White chuckled to herself; she knew the truth.

Black entered the dining room. It was subtle room, with large windows to let in natural light. It had a pleasant backdrop of the yard. Black had never noticed but the room was really beautiful in the evening. He sat down at the dining room table, and after shuffling a couple papers, he decided he would do his English work first.

Black had been working for a couple hours now, he had finished the majority of his homework but had been stuck on math for sometime. White walked in, looking at what he was working on.

"Don't tell me you forgot how to add." She paused, taking a closer look. "That one is obviously fourteen."

Black looked up at her, confused. "How do you know that."

"Listen, math after a certain point isn't even that complicated, you can just explain it all with multiplication."

"Even division?"

"Uh duh, idiot. Dividing by a number is functionally the same as multiplying by the reciprocal." Black was officially confused now. "OK, look. fourteen divided by two is seven, right. What is fourteen times one-half?" Black shrugged. "Seven..." White said, looking dejected. She began walking away, mumbling to herself. "Jeez, my own brother..."

"Hey, could you help me then?" Black called out after her. White returned, frowning at him.

"Listen man, if you can't do basic algebra then there's not much I can do to help." Black sighed deeply. "Ugh," White sighed dramatically. "I suppose I can try." She took a seat next to Black and shifted the paper so it was more in line with her.

"Uh, so what do you think about this one." White asked, pointing.

"I think I don't know." White hit the back of Black's head. "I really don't know." He petered out, clutching the spot that she hit.

"You must know something? What does this thing mean?" White pointed to an asterisk.

Black glanced at it and was silent for a moment. "Multiplication…?" He crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair, confused. "I don't know, I'm used to the X."

"You mean like the one here." White asked. Black nodded, finally seeing something he recognized. "Yeah, Ok, but it's a variable now."

"Um… what?"

"Variable, as in it changes."

"Sis, I think you need to get your head looked at. Math doesn't 'change'."

White laughed, before frowning. "Yeah, it does. 3X + 2 could be anything."

"OK, so what does the Y mean then?" Black asked, pointing to a different problem.

"It's another variable."

"What?! There's more than one? Oh my goodness." Black threw his head back dramatically. "How am I supposed to know if its a variable?"

White laughed again. "Letters are variables now." She pointed at the problem again. "Treat it like its a normal problem. Solve for X." Black gave her a curious look. White rolled her eyes before responding. "Get X by itself."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Well, 3X + 2 = 3. You can move the two over by subtracting two from both sides. So now its 3X = 1. Then you can divide both sides by three..." White began writing this on the paper. "...So now you can clearly see, X= 1/3. You can plug back in to check your answer."

"Oh, OK. That kind of makes sense." Black thanked White. She rubbed his shoulder and smiled. A rare instance of her being kind to him.

White got up and looked out one of the windows to see a car pulling up the driveway. "I think Dad's home."

Black frowned involuntarily. Their father came through the door shortly, smiling at White. "Hey, White," He then turned to Black, his smile fading. "Hey, Black."

Before much of a conversation could start, their father headed off upstairs.

White turned to Black. "How's it coming?"

He gave her a thumbs up. "I think I got the hang of it."

White noticed another car pull up in the driveway. "Huh, I think that's Mom." White saw as their mother got out of her car and roughly slammed the door. She quickly came storming into the house.

She was initially frowning, but she quickly feigned a smile when she noticed her two children. "How are you two today, have you seen your father?"

White waved before pointing upwards. Their mother thanked them, before storming off again. Three minutes passed before yelling could be heard from upstairs.

Sometime passed before they settled down and returned downstairs. As their mother walked into the dining room, she motioned for White to sit at the table. As everyone sat, their mother spoke.

"Me and your father have talked for a bit and we've decided that a couple of things are going to change around here for a… bit." She smiled again, although White could recognize that it was not genuine. "For example, we are taking Black out of school to-"

This piqued Black's interest. "I don't have to go to school?" He smiled.

"Uh, no. If you'd let me finish, I was going to say that we are sending you off to a different, better school." Black frowned, this was not as interesting as what he thought. Their mother turned towards their father. "And your father is going to be spending some time... away."

"Not what I agreed too." He cut in quickly.

"It's what I decided." Their mother said without looking at him.

"As if only what you want matters. No one ever asks me what I want." Their father shed a tear.

"You're absolutely correct. We don't ask because we don't care." Their mother smiled halfheartedly. "Black you should be packed and ready to go in the morning."

"But I don't want to leave, all my friends are here." Black let out sadly.

"It wasn't a question."

Black began crying. "But I don't wanna. What about White, do I get to see her? I don't want to go..."

Their mother swiftly slapped Black across the face, taking him aback. "You listen to me and you listen to me good. This is a tough time for all of us and I don't need you sitting around crying like a baby. Now go to your room and pack… or there will be more of that."

Black reluctantly left the table and walked off towards his room. When he was inside he quickly closed the door behind him and began packing a bag. He truly didn't want to go. All of Black's friends were here, and he knew all of his teachers. His mother never thought about what anyone else wanted! He would have to go to a new school and make all new friends; he would be an outcast. That is, unless…

Black had a thought in that moment, his attention turned towards his window. His room was on the first window, it would be so easy to just… leave. Where would he go though, to one of his friends house? No, they would just call his parents. No, Black would have just have to figure it out on his own.

Black quickly finished packing his bag, taking some extra clothes and a couple of things he would never forget, like his favorite Reuniclus doll. Black turned towards the window again, and taking a deep breath to gather his strength, he pushed it open climbed through and took off towards the woods never looking back.

These get exceptionally long. When I was younger, roughly 14-16 (2014, I'm 20 now.) I used to just aim for 2,000 words a chapter, but now I aim for certain plot points, and I don't like skipping all that much so sections with that have a bit of a gap, need a lot of explanation to reach one another, making some of these closer to 4,000 words. I'm not really complaining, it is my story after all, but that's a couple hours right there.

...But no seriously, I was working on chapter 3 for Doltrino Daycare, and it ended up being 8 pages… and keep in mind I write in single space.

THANK GOODNESS that this one has a sort of script for the first couple of chapters though, or I would be here all day planning out details. Still coming up for a legitimate reason for Black to leave home was… challenging. I don't want abusive parents to become a trope for my stories.

So quick question, what do you all know about me, what can you all tell from my writing? Where do you think I was born/ live? How evident is my own person in my writing?

Anyway, enough of my nonsense, please review and tell me how you liked it, or didn't like it. I read both.