Life isn't about how many friends you gain online, or how much money you have. No, life is about the people you spend it with. I learnt that in a very different way. Let me introduce myself.

Hello, my name is Emily Dare. When I was born my mother gave me to her parents saying she was a failure mother, she shouldn't be a parent. My grandparents gave me to the Dare's, telling them I would be a good friend to their daughter, Rachel, when I get older. A few years later, I did. When I was 7, Dad's architecture for this building he had designed was approved by this big 'company business. He moved us into a too big mansion and bought too expensive clothes and toys for me and Rachel- well, technically just me since Rachel was 10.

I was young, I didn't know much better. I thought it was fine to have lots of toys and extremely expensive clothes for a 7 year old.

Dad was alright at the start, he didn't change much. He just showered us all in presents. Mother was different. She spent a lot of money on things we didn't need. Like an Egyptian bed cover. She also talked in this fake high posh voice, it reminds me of nails on blackboard. I was starting to act like mother, as well.

I know! I know, I know it's wrong. I even ignored Rachel for gods' sake! But what child would I be, heck even teenager, if I didn't want to make my mom proud?

Anyway, Rachel turned out good. She did anything she could to stop Dad from destroying the Earth and for Mother to stop turning out to be a… fake woman. Gods, I love her. She even tried to help me but every girl always goes to her mom, no matter what.

Rachel did the right thing. She became a hero, what I wanted to be. I was jealous, stupid. At this time I was 11. Rachel was 13, very nearly 14.

For her birthday, Father said we can go anywhere she'd like. Hawaii, England, France. Anywhere. If it was me, I would have chosen Greece but Rachel wanted to go to some weird building. Hoover Dam, was it?

Dad quickly agreed to since they had a falling out about some land he wanted to buy. He thought money could make it all better, yet it didn't.

Later on, I asked Rachel why she wanted to go there since she has never had an interest in it before. What she did haunted me.

'I have a feeling something special. No, important is going to happen to me there. I just know it.' It wasn't her answer which scared me it was her face.

Her hair was blowing all around her face as if it was alive. Her body looked as if she was about to go to battle. Her eyes were the worst.

The normally blue eyes were serpent green and looked as if she had seen thousands of death and knew what was coming up in the future. She reminded me of the sear from Once Upon A Time, my favorite program, who told Rumpelstiltskin of what his fate would be.

Of course, without the whole eyes on the hands.

Even though she was my sister, she scared me to death.

'ATTISHOOO!' Rachel sneezed, breaking me from my thoughts.

'Are you sure you still want to go, Rachel?' Mother asked. 'I'm fine, it's just a cold.'

I snorted, Mother would do anything to stay at home. She shot me a look.

'Oh, Mother,' I said sweetly, 'Is that a mustache?' She gasped and pulled out a compact mirror and stared at her upper lip anxiously.

Rachel snorted. Father looked up from his newspaper angrily.

'Children! You were not born in a farm! Nor are you an animal! Act like it!'

Just as quickly as he said that, he went back to reading the newspaper. Rachel and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Gods, I miss times like these.

'Emily! Stop snorting! They bring out wrinkles! Come sit here and let me do your hair. It's looking hideous!' Mother squealed. I sighed and stood up in the limousine to let her. Rachel stopped laughing but was reading an article on endangered pandas. Every now and then, she chuckled.

I miss the old days when Rachel and I used to run around the gardens, screaming and laughing, in barefoot with Dad chasing us and Mom taking pictures. I miss the fun baking we did when we both got covered from head to toe in flour.

I miss when we used to leap on to all the furniture pretending the floor was the lava we weren't allowed on. Those were the days which I wished could go on forever. We were a happy family until Dad had that deal offer.

After we got to the airport, private plane because Mother says 'that ghastly airplane food gives me horrible zits and night gas'. Stupid excuse, I know but Father still loves her even though she changed.

Since we were going to travel on the airplane overnight, I thought I might as well go to bed early since what can a girl do on a boring airplane with her snobby parents and a sister that doesn't speak to her.

*-DreamState-*

I saw Rachel arguing with some guy with a giant… ruler? Wait, no it's a sword. What the heck is the guy doing with it anyway. She's gonna get hurt! I leaned in closer.

'-athroom!' Rachel said that as if she saw something bad.

'What?' The weird guy doesn't know what a bathroom is? Was he raised in a barn?

'Bathroom! Behind me, NOW!' Rachel's voice was getting higher. She only does that when she's scared.

The guy went behind her presumably to the bathrooms. Then something weird happened. Some weird zombie-skeleton creatures came rushing down the corridors in front of Rachel.

"Oh my god!' Rachel screeched, 'Did you see that kid? It's about time you got here. He tried to kill me! He had a sword, for Gods sake! You security guards let a sword-swinging lunatic through a national landmark? I mean, jeez! He ran away towards those turbine thingies. I think he fell over the side or something. Maybe he fell?' Rachel can sure act when she wants to.

The undead creatures made some chattering noises and ran off. They kinda sound like Rachel with a cold.

Rachel knocked on the door of the boy bathroom.

'All clear,' she said like an undercover spy agent, 'but you'd better hurry.' He peeked around the corner to check that the monsters were there and not coming back for them.

'I owe you one, Rachel Elizabeth Dare.' The boy sounded genuine and not like some boy who got told by their moms to say thank you after someone did something for you. It's a shame I can't remember getting taught that.

He told her the undead creatures were skeletons- I was right!- and that she should do herself a favor and forget him. He finally gave her his name.

Percy.