So it turns out the one thing that gets me writing and actually putting effort into it is feminism and overused tropes.
Let's see if I keep updating, however.
Also, the timeline here? I have no clue. When in the books? IDK man it just sort of is happening. I'm just writing this because it seems like all the "Annabeth goes to Goode" fanfics are the exact same and kind of misogynistic. Hopefully this will switch things up a bit.
When Annabeth Chase first set her right foot on the steps up to Goode High, she was wearing a pair of combat boots. It wasn't like she was going into combat or anything, but she liked them. The combat boots went with her high waisted shorts and grey short sleeved shirt tucked tightly into her shorts. It was one of her power outfits, the outfits she wore when she needed a confidence boost. She pulled her chapstick from her pocket and nervously reapplied it before putting her hands on her backpack straps to metaphorically pull herself up by her bootstraps. Her other boot edged onto the step and she decided that the time wasting to avoid going into school had to stop.
She lifted her chin and started taking longer steps. At 6'3, Percy was still taller than her, but she wasn't so short herself at 5'10. Leo had once jokingly called her an Amazonian goddess when he noticed exactly how much taller she was than him. She did her "I deserve to be here as much as you" walk all the way into the school, then when she realized she accidentally walked right past the office pulled out her phone and coolly redirected as she acted like she got a text telling her to go somewhere, hoping no one noticed that awkward little moment.
After yet another fight with her stepmother, Annabeth had kissed her little halfbrothers goodbye, promising to make Percy Iris-message them with more cool adventure stories. She headed back to camp, where after a few weeks of boredom one of the Aphrodite kids finally suggested to enroll in a school. She was about 99% sure it was because their mother had told them to, but either way Annabeth was now standing in Percy's school waiting to receive her schedule.
The receptionist, a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a thin nose, gave her a smile as she handed Annabeth the packet filled with stuff she would need.
"Need anyone to show you around?" She asked.
Annabeth shook her head. She planned on just finding Percy, and if that failed, she knew where Paul's class was and could ask him for a tour guide or Percy. "Nah, I know someone here. He can show me around."
"Really? I pride myself on knowing every student in this school. What's his name? Maybe I can direct you to him." The receptionist replied.
"Um, Percy." Annabeth said. Hopefully the receptionist wouldn't page Percy or something. Annabeth sorta wanted a more dramatic arrival announcement.
"Jackson?"
"Yes." Annabeth was mildly impressed. The school looked pretty big.
"He's a sweetie." Annabeth filed that comment away to tease Percy with somehow later. "On the swim team, nice boy. I see him hanging out with his friends in locker block B."
Annabeth's locker was in D. D for Disappointing, maybe.
"Thanks!" She said anyway, heading out. If she powerwalked she could probably get to her locker and at least take a walk-by of block B. She studied the map for a second before heading out. She decided to rely on her knowledge of architecture to lead her around the logical wing placements.
A boy with dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes walked past, arguing with a girl who had hair dyed bright red and wearing a miniskirt. A girl in a white dress ran past after a fried who was giggling madly. Annabeth searched the halls for someone she vaguely recognized, even from her visits to Percy and Paul. A boy in a wheelchair rolled past arguing with another boy wearing a beanie, and Annabeth continued to recognize absolutely no one.
She eventually arrived at block D and quickly found her locker. She checked her combination twice and then ran it through the lock, opening it in record time. At her old school, she prided herself on being the best and fastest with the school's finicky old locks. She could help anyone out of a lock jam, be it entering their code quickly and accurately when they didn't have time, or just being able to aim a pretty good kick to unjam the closing mechanism.
She dumped the school supplies she bought into her locker and squinted at her schedule to unscramble it. She eventually figured out her first class was English. Not too hard, but with dyslexia, not too easy either. She kept her English notebook with her and looked at the clock on the wall. She had some time, and if she caught Percy and they were late they would have the excuse of "showing the new girl around."
She went straight for the B wing and when she arrived, it was sort of a surprising sight. Kids milled around talking to friends, but a fair few had their eyes trained on Percy and a pretty large group of friends surrounding them. She knew Percy was a friendly guy, but he looked like he was actually pretty popular here, not just the guy who sat in the back of class and was friends with almost everyone, like he had been at his other schools.
She paused a moment near a locker that no one was at to consider her options with announcing herself, but then a guy came up behind her.
"'Scuse me, you're in front of my locker?" He said to her.
"Sorry." She replied, and stepped out further into the center of the hall. Percy saw her and sort of squinted a bit at her to get a better look from through the crowd. Annabeth walked forward until she was just behind one of his friends in front of him.
"Annabeth?!" Percy exclaimed.
"Um, surprise?" Annabeth gave him a sheepish grin. Percy walked forward past his friend (who was midsentence. Annabeth had to make a mental note to talk to him about being rude.)
"What are you doing here?" His friends and the kids watching in the hall also stared at her.
"I sort of transferred here." She said. What was with her? Where were her snappy remarks at him? She couldn't honestly be nervous to be the new girl, right? "Didn't you miss me?"
"Like hell." Percy said in a lower voice. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to kiss her.
So. Chapter one. Stuff happened. Next chapter more stuff will happen. At some point I'm going to be subversing some tropes.
