"Where is it?" Antiope yelled down the hall, "You better give it back Jason!" Antiope was mad. Really mad. This week didn't seem to want to give her a break. She was mad every time she used her school computer her name was autocorrected. She was mad that her grade in math was a D when her eldest brother's was an A and both the twins were passing with a B or B-. She was mad at the kids at her school for making fun of her heterochromia. She was mad at school. And her brothers.
"I didn't take it!" Jason yelled from his room.
"Yes, but I saw you…" Antiope didn't get to finish her argument.
Jason leaned out into the hall, "Then it was Charlie, Stupid."
"He already said it wasn't him so don't lie you…" whatever vulgar word she was going to use was silenced by the sound of the front door opening. She heard both her parents walking up the stairs talking about something their old camp counselor, Chiron, had messaged them recently. Of course the whole Jackson-Chase family spent all summer at Camp Half Blood, Antiope's parents were a sort of legend there. Another thing she wasn't exactly pleased about.
Percy and Annabeth Jackson-Chase were heroes. Full demigods. Technically Antiope and her sibling had had a chance to be born gods, if godly genetics worked the way human genetics did. But unfortunately they didn't. Antiope only new this because her older brother, Amphion, had tried to explain it to her.
Key word, tried. She understood what he was getting at but couldn't understand the logic or science completely. She was barely passing 9th grade science with a C-.
Another thing about her parents were that they were both good looking. She hoped they weren't always this good looking because she felt like she herself looked like a mermaid from the Harry Potter movies. She had her father's darker skin along with long black hair. Apparently her genetics couldn't decide whether to give her green eyes or grey eyes so she had ended up with one of both.
"Hey Dad, hey Momther." She chorused turning around. Percy ruffled her hair and out of the corner of her eye she saw Jason rolling his eyes.
"What Jason." She sneered in her best mockery voice.
"Stop saying Momther, make up your mind, say mom, or mother."
"People who say mother sound like murderers." Percy chimed.
Annabeth gave her husband a small laugh. The two then continued down the hall into the room opposite of Jason's. Their office. Antiope watched them slowly closed the door and her them begin to speak in soft, muffled voices, eventually a third and fourth joining them. Most likely Aunt Hazel and Uncle Frank. They weren't their actual aunt and uncle, but they were as good as.
She turned her attention back to where her brother had been leaning into the hallway but he was gone and the door was closed. She went over but the door was locked and she could hear her brother telling her to leave. Upset she stormed downstairs and into the kitchen. She threw the fridge door open and after a good minute of searching she found the rice pudding Aunt Hazel had brought the last time the Zhang family had been over.
"Why're you so mad?" Amphion asked. He was sitting at the counter reading some giant romance novel.
"Jason or Charlie took my best arrow and I want it back." Antiope sighed while opening the pudding container and then reaching back to open the spoon drawer behind her, "Neither will fess up."
The twins were going on fifteen and nearly impossible to tell apart. Some god who was angry at her parents had cursed the twins after they born so that after time one got hurt, the same wound would show up on the other. They had all the same cuts, bruises, and scars as each other at all times.
The only way to tell them apart was their eyes. Jason had green like their father, Charlie had grey like their mother. However, the eyes were easy to miss if you weren't looking and you never knew which was which if you only saw them from behind.
Amphion snorted, "Good luck with that, those two have no conscious." He was right. Those two worshipped the Stoll brothers. She scooped a giant amount of pudding into a bowl and put it into the microwave.
Antiope and Amphion hadn't noticed their parents were back downstairs until they heard their mother, "You guys have to start packing tonight. Only a week left of school and we have to leave next Friday because we have to get to Camp Half Blood as soon as possible."
"How come? We usually get at least a week of summer at home before we leave for Camp HB," Amphion commented, finally looking up from his book. It was moments like this, moments where Amphion had a slight look of confusion, that Antiope realized how much she looked like her older brother. Except he had just grey eyes, but other then that, he looked like the boy version of her. Or a mini version of her dad.
Her parents exchanged worried looks, they had a habit of speaking with looks instead of words.
"There is something… problematic happening," Annabeth said with a slight wince.