A/N: I have some fake stories in here(Little Olympus)No copying them. I may write them in the future.
Zoe: Hey!
Me: Hey.
Zoe: Listen, I was wondering about the second chapter? Is it in-
Me: Disclaimer if you want answers.
Zoe: *Rolls eyes* To our knowledge, Daughter of Stories doesn't own anything.
Me: *sneaks out*
Zoe: Now, about- Hey! COME HERE!
Zoe rolled her eyes as Maria ranted to her. Four years ago she and Artemis had faked her death so she could live as a mortal. She had gained a rep for being the Drama Arrow, a Theatre kid with deadly aim. She had managed to keep it a secret for a while, but she didn't know how much longer that would last.
"Zo. Zo. Zo!"
"Hmm?"
"Were you listening?"
"No."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Well, I was chosen to write the newest play-"
"That's easy, just adapt one of your books."
Zoe had also written two book series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus.
"But which?"
"TLT."
"M'kay."
Zoe rolled over and started to write. It wasn't hard to write, she'd discovered. She enjoyed writing, acting and sports, something she'd never thought she'd be able to do. Everyone assumed Zoe from the books was an Author Insert. She'd also written Little Olympus, a book series about what if the gods had, in 200 BCE, had gotten sent to 200,000 CE as mortals with new memories. She was a very famous Author. Honestly, it was surprising the Demigods hadn't found her. The only person who knew her secret was her adoptive mom, Caria Nightshade, and Maria. She was still an immortal goddess, she just pretended she wasn't
She sighed as she finished. She had spent all night working on it. Caria walked in. Caria had had her last name changed four years ago with the FBI so Zoe didn't have to change her last name.
"Zo. Time for breakfast. I made bread and porridge."
Zoe licked her lips. She preferred Ancient greek and Roman meals to anything else. Caria already had a delicious meal layed out. My lunch was already packed. I smiled and ate quickly. Then I shot out the door and all the way to school. A few days after my coming, as I called it, I had figured out the Dam joke. It was popular around school. I raced up the step and ran into the theater, putting down the script and racing back to my locker, never slowing or stopping. I ran past my locker three times and grabbed my stuff, shut it and ran off to my next class, English. I generally taught this class. It was my favorite. I ran up to my seat and wrote my lesson plan. I taught, she did everything else.
As the class came in I smiled and greeted them all by name. I was a memory expert, partially because I have Synthesia. I sat down and looked over everyone.
"Hello everyone!"
"Hello Ms. Zoe."
"Today we'll be watching a movie. I would like you to take notes."
"What movie?" asked Caralotta, the teacher's pet.
I just smiled and turned it on.
(yelling, whooping)
(kid blows noisemaker)
(chatter)
(girls chatter)
(waiter) Happy New Year's, ladies,
I smiled as they watched High School Musical. It was one of my favorites and I never lost a chance to watch it. Then the bell rang.
"Okay everyone. Turn in your note takers. We will finish tomorrow."
Everyone left and I smiled before going off to my next class, Physics. I slid into my seat just as the bell rang. Our school had all the students and teachers on a first name basis. Mr. Daniel, or as we called him, Mr. D was one of the coolest teachers ever. I sat down and he smiled.
"Okay class. Today we'll be discussing Newton's Laws. Can anyone tell me one of them?"
Zoe raised her hand.
"Zoe?"
"Every action has an equal opposite reaction. -Washington on Your Side, Hamilton, 2015."
"Thank you for that drama lesson. But yes, that is correct. I would like you all to get the fire hydrant things and turn on the water. Then release the hydrant and see where it flies. Record this in your notebook."
They all got in their suits and turned it on. She recorded it down:
Water going up and right
Hydrant comes up
Goes up and left.
I nodded and shared it with Mr. D and walked back.
Derek, a kid from the school, said: "That is so dam cool."
I smiled. "I want to learn so much more. Like dam that's cool."
This started a chain across the classroom, even Mr. D joined in. When the bell rang he said we'd be addressing another Law tomorrow. The rest of Zoe's day progressed like this, normal. She ate with her friends at lunch, acted in drama, Made comments about mistakes in history (They were discussing World War II, a battle she'd been to). I easily did P.E. and ended up going home, which was a house in the country, just out of town, with a movie theater, a garden, a weaponry and training area. Caria was an Mafia agent and was very particular in her daughter's training. Zoe and the mafia worked together to pay for it. She skiped into her room to start her homework. It was surprisingly simple. She could tell why some kids might find it hard, but she didn't. After she finished she went to my favorite room in the house. She started to throw knives at the targets, before activating moving mode and hitting bullseye each time. She smiled. This was her way of reminiscing. Most people had photos of loved ones. Zoe shot her bullseyes using anything she could to remind her. She pulled out her sketchbook and started to sketch her and Artemis when she'd first joined. This also calmed her. She looked at it and worked some more. She smiled at it. Then her phone rang.
"Hey Daniel." Zoe's crush was obvious for everyone. Everyone except for James.
"Hey Zo."
"Why are you calling?"
"I'm in tech support and I was wondering how you intend to do the fury?"
"Wires."
"Yes, thank you." He hung up.
Zoe smiled. Life was good.