Author's Note: I should really be working on my other stuff, but this idea was nagging at me. I don't usually like writing about OCs, but when you're writing a futurefic it's kinda necessary. I hope you don't see anyone as a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu.
Enjoy!
"Chloe, dear, you better hurry up before you're late for your first day back!" shouted an exasperated Annabeth Jackson up the stairs to her daughter. Only an Aphrodite girl would take this long in the morning.
She got no response, of course, because Chloe was in the middle of what she liked to call her 'morning ritual'. Really, she was almost done; she just had to finish straightening her hair and fix her eyeliner. Far too busy to yell back to her mom that she'd be just another minute.
As expected, Chloe Jackson came storming down the stairs with her book-bag in hand a solid ten minutes after she was called. Annabeth heard her go by her office, where she was working on the north view of a new bank. On any other day, she would've been so lost in her work that she wouldn't even notice her daughter. However, she missed the bus (like every other day back from a break), and because she hadn't yet gotten her license, she would have to be driven to school. Alas, Annabeth sighed and snatched her keys from the shelf over her desktop.
The car ride, like always, was dead silent (if you didn't count the soft radio playing in the background). Chloe found it necessary to check her social network accounts real fast before school to be sure she didn't miss out on anything from the night before. Her mother didn't like to let her out of the house past ten, which in her point of view was absolutely ridiculous. What was the point of having friends if you never hung out? Afterwards, she pulled down the passenger seat mirror to check her reflection one last time. Her black hair luckily wasn't frizzy, and her grey eyes in her opinion looked quite alright with the new teal-ish eyeshadow she got yesterday. Tan? That was fine. Outfit? She glanced down at herself. Fine. But that zit by her nose… She pulled her concealer stick out of her bag and blotted on it. Eh, it was okay.
Annabeth wanted to bang on the steering wheel in dismay. She never could understand why her own daughter, who was raised by her and her alone, could end up this consumed by the greedy, self-occupied ways of the mortal mainstream. Not that she'd have it the other way; no, the poor girl didn't know anything about her true lineage, and it was going to stay that way. The two haven't seen a single monster since Chloe was born, and that wasn't going to change, either. Chloe was safe, and that was all that was important.
When they approached the drop-off area at the school, Annabeth attempted a goodbye: "Have a good day, honey." But the gesture went unnoticed, as Chloe eagerly shot out of the car like a bullet. She instantly headed towards her boyfriend Sam, who gave her a nasty looking kiss if it could've even been considered one. In her rearview mirror, she swore she could've seen his hands snake dangerously close to her butt, and then be broken up by a fuming teacher.
She chuckled, wondering if that's what she and Percy looked like. At the thought, she instantly sobered, and the day grew a little grayer.