Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
Fact: This is a semi-true story. Most of these things have happened.
"Ryan, come on! It's almost dark out and you said we'd jump on the trampoline!" I yelled up the stairs to my brother, waiting for an answer from his lazy butt.
"Gimme a sec!" He shouted from his room; either on Facebook, watching TV, or both.
"No! It's getting dark and I will drag you down the stairs if you don't get your lazy bum down here now!" I screamed, starting to walk up the stairs, but then heard the loud footsteps of Ryan.
"Fine, Sarah. Let's go." He mumbled, walking passed me, bumping into my right shoulder.
"What was that for?"
"For being an idiot." He shot back, laughing. I kicked his shin and knocked him down to the tiled floor.
"Mo-"He started calling before I sat on top of him, slapping him in the face.
"What, you afraid to fight?" I laughed, and kept hitting him in the face. Then, he kicked my back with his heel and I fell next to him. He was on top of me, kicking and punching, slamming me into the wooden door of the laundry room.
"Ow!" I yelled, kicking him in the stomach, and punching his right side.
"SARAH! Stop hitting your brother!" My mom called sternly from the kitchen.
"Mom! He was on top of me hitting my head into the laundry door!" I yelled back to her, holding the right side of my head to stop the dizziness.
"Ryan! Stop hitting your sister!" My mom yelled angrily, walking into the hallway.
"Guys, c'mon. You're eleven and thirteen! Not six and five." Mom complained, walking up to us as Ryan got up.
"FINALLY, I CAN BREATHE!" I yelled, taking a huge deep breath.
Anyone who's confused here, my name is Sarah Powell, I'm eleven years old, and my brother's name is Ryan Powell. He's thirteen, but has the maturity of an eight year old. We have a very complex love hate relationship and we don't even understand. We looked very different from each other, too. Ryan had dark brown hair that was so close to being black, pale white skin, and medium brown eyes. I, on the other hand, had auburn hair, grey-green-blue eyes, semi-tan skin, and freckles sprayed across my face. He was almost six feet tall, where I was only five foot three.
Well, now we're watching Carnivore's on The Discovery Channel. It's the polar bear edition, and I felt in the mood to ask stupid questions.
"Ohmigods! If I was a snow eating polar bear, I would never starve!" I screamed on the top of my lungs, causing Ryan and myself to start laughing until we cried. About five minutes later, I noticed my dad hadn't changed his expression.
"Dad, do you think that was funny?" I asked, still laughing, wiping the tears away.
"Huh, what?" He asked, finally turning his head away from the screen.
"I said, if I was a snow eating-"I couldn't help not laughing. I was easily amused.
"If I was a snow eating polar bear I would never starve!" I yelled again, and Ryan and I started cracking up once more.
"No, that's not possible. You wouldn't have the right nutrients. You would pee a lot and die." He stated, trying to fight back a smile.
"Thanks for ruining our dreams, dad!" Ryan cried, hiding his head under a pillow, obnoxiously fake crying.
Now, you're probably thinking our mind died tragically when we were young. Nope, we're a family of five. The fifth member of our family is off in college out in Ohio. And my mom was out at Stop and Shop, buying us food for the week. See, we're a family who goes from paycheck to paycheck, hoping we don't get bankrupt. In this economy, that's how everyone is, right? Really, my life isn't some tragic sob story. I won't drone on and on about how sad and depressed I am, and how I hate my life. I think you've all heard enough of that.
"Wait! What if I was a water drinking polar bear! I would never be thirsty!" I shrieked, smiling like the smart $$ I was.
"Sarah, you are such a genius!" Ryan yelled, jumping on top of me, hugging me. He threw the pillow out of his hands, and guess who it landed on? Our very unamused father. We both started running upstairs after he gave us a death glare. I dashed onto the hallway floor with a loud bang, sprinting to my room. I turned in quickly, nearly knocking over my newest cheerleading trophy. I hopped onto my bed, crumpling the sheets I'd just made this morning, and stuck my arm into the crevice between the ugly tan wall and my mattress. I pulled out my bright yellow plastic wiffle ball bat.
"MWAHAHAH!" I screamed, running into my brother's room down the hall.
"AH!" He screamed, as I started lightly hitting him in the head with the bat. He got up off of his huge bed, and started running down the hall, feet banging so loudly he sounded like an elephant.
"FATTY!" I shouted, chasing him down the stairs, almost knocking down pictures of us when we were babies. I hopped off the last stair, and opened the front door, screeching like a total idiot, hunting down my brother. Suddenly a figure popped out in front of me and I screamed, and started to hit him with a bat.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" He yelled, backing away from me with the evil bat.
"Dillon?" I shouted. "Why are you here?" I punched him in the arm. Dillon was one of my good guy friends who lived a few blocks down the road. He had dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes the color of the sky as if you could see into them for miles, freckles sprayed on his face like cheese, and somewhat tannish skin.
"Because I'm bored." He sighed, still about ten feet away from me.
"Well, Samii's coming over soon… So, you wanna go to the park with us?" I asked, pretending to hit him with the bat. Then, Ryan ran up to us with a huge stick.
"Sure! And Ryan, don't you have to like… Do something?" I asked, laughing. I still had the bat and he'd thrown the stick into the woods.
"Oh, actually yeah. I have homework to do!" He sighed, running up the stairs, sad to miss out on all the fun.
"Sucks for him!" I mumbled, giggling stupidly. Then, a light blue 2007 Maximum pulled into my driveway.
"SAMMY!" I screamed, running to the car, leaving Dillon behind in my front yard. Sam kissed her mom on the cheek, and then hopped out of the front seat, flip flops making a loud "CLOP" as they hit the asphalt. Her messy black hair flew behind her as she ran, her eyes lit like a candle. I smiled as she ran into me, giving me a huge bear hug. Her tan skin brushed against my arm, and my hair stood up.
"Hey Sar-bear!" She exclaimed, running into my front yard to greet Dillon. She jumped on top of him, and then started acting like a chicken.
"Uh…" I said, laughing. I grabbed Dillon's arm and starting running towards the road, waiting for Sammy to notice we were running away from the craziness. About twenty seconds later, she noticed us bolting down the road as fast as we possibly could. Our shoes slapped the gravel road, making the most obnoxious noise possible.
"GUYS, C'MON, THIS IS A BUSY ROAD!" Sammy yelled, as three cars passed by.
"Fine! Dillon stop." I should've kept walking, but I was getting tired from running away from her. We stood on the road for fifteen seconds, waiting awkwardly, listening to the annoying noise of her shoes. She stood next to me, avoiding a purple van zooming past us.
"I can already tell that this is going to be amazing." I smiled, putting my arms around my two best friends.
"Oh god, help us now." Dillon laughed as we entered the park.