My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

And I don't have a soulmate.

My father plans to marry me off once I am 18, considering we're rich. Apparently it's a privilege to be able to support the Dare family by being sold to a rich family.

(Which is a load of crap by the way. It's 2018 Dad, not 1776)

Honestly, I don't care that I don't have a soulmate. I'd be cool to be that one weird aunt that shows up at reunions with the best freaking presents.

Yet here we are.

I usually just try to pretend reality isn't happening. Blocking it out through painting or sketching.

I have a talent for art, everyone who sees it says so.

And I know I'm great at art.

What I'm not good at is timidly accepting that I'm getting married to some rich loser. I don't even know his name, I just know he's rich and that's supposed to be good enough.

With a sigh, I brush these thoughts away as I get ready for school. I run a hairbrush through my nest of red hair, get dressed and race out of the house before my father can catch me and force me to get a ride in his limo with him and plan my future like he always does.

I walk to school, hair slapping me in the face with every step and I was starting to regret not bringing a hairband.

Finally I arrive, and as usual I'm ignored, which is cool with me. A majority of us have a silent, undiscussed law that we all follow, 'If you mind your own business, so will other people,'

"Hey Rachel," my somewhat friend Thalia greets, leaning on my locker, "Hey Thalia,"
Thalia and I aren't exactly friends, but in a school full of idiots you have to meet someone to be cool with.

Thalia is a senior student, and should've graduated a while ago, but for some reason she missed a year of school. She won't tell anyone why.

"One of my friends just transferred here. Her name is Annabeth, have you seen her yet? Blonde wth gray eyes? I need to show her around but she's not responding to my texts,"

"Sorry, I haven't," I replied, opening my locker.

"Dam, well, you'll meet her later, bye," Thalia walks off, presumably to find Annabeth.

After a few minutes, I closed my locker, knowing that I'm a few minutes I was about to fail a math test before cheerfully reminding myself I could drown the pain in my art class afterwards.

I turned and walked down the hall when someone from behind crashed into me.

She had shaggy red hair and coffee brown eyes, "Ella is sorry," she said, and though I found her speech weird, I didn't comment on it.

"It's okay Ella, but I have to go. Math test," I apologized, hastily standing and heading bald down the hall.

I made it just before the bell rang before realizing I'd forgotten to grab a pencil, so I turned to the nearest kid close to me and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" I hissed as the teacher started passing out tests.

The kid shook his head and I internally groaned before tapping the person next to me.

"Do you have a pencil?" I asked quietly. The dark hair girl nodded and handed me a blue, sharpened pencil, with an unused eraser. It had the name Reyna labelled on it.

"Thanks," I muttered and she nodded, before ignoring me and focusing on her test.

I saw the first question and groaned internally.
Like I thought, I was screwed.

I am so sorry for not updating sooner, but since it's summer I've been busy doing stuff.
And that wraps up chapter 1 of each character.
(If you were wondering why Thalia and Luke don't have their arch in the story, it's because I've decided that that part of the storyline will be narrated by Annabeth and only Annabeth.)