Hey guys!

So, this is a multi-chapter fic in response to Camp Jupiter. To whoever grades this, only the first chapter is to be graded!

This time, we were asked to choose a time period in which to base our fic. I chose the 70s in honor of an important student movement in my region during that time. This fic is slightly based on that.

One thing I need to clarify since this story is very loosely based on true events in my region. In my region, during that time, kids had to pay to ride the bus to school. So, for the families with low income, this was really damaging. This fic is based in a student movement that fought for kids of all social classes to be allowed to ride buses for free.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters here, nor the historical storyline.

Cohort: Fifth (centurion.)

Prompt: 26. 1970's.

Word count: 2040.

Hope you guys like it! Please, fav, follow, and tell me what you guys thought of chapter 1. Chapter 2 is going to be called "Do You Hear The People Sing?" and it's coming up soon.

Chapter 1. "Time To Riot."

Life had a weird way of evolving.

Until that day in the auditorium, if Annabeth had to describe her life in one word, afterthought would have been the word of choice.

All her life, it was as if she was the one who mattered the least. Her mother had abandoned her before she turned one year old. Her dad married right after and, yes, her stepmom was alright and her two half-siblings weren't the worst but the four of them...they were the perfect family while there she was, the reminder of her father's painful past.

So, yes. Afterthought. It was as if she was by the sidelines of her family's life, hidden by the shadows, yet not completely forgotten. And always there to remind others of painful times.

As complex as her childhood had been, Annabeth had never been inclined to give up on herself. Maybe she would never get the feeling of belonging with her family but that didn't mean she could look for it somewhere else. After all, home is where the heart is. Annabeth was going to make sure her heart found her home no matter what.

That's what made her become a student class president. She wanted to feel like she was doing something important, that she was changing people's lives. She wanted to feel as if her presence made a difference. Taking into account her leadership skills and her stubborn nature, it was astounding that she hadn't tried to follow that path before but, once she did, she never looked back.

She first became a class president during her Sophomore year and now, two years later she was the Senior-class president of her high school. Also, she was in charge of organizing her peers' volunteer work in all sorts of establishments, like the local shelter; while also setting up a tutoring program for the neighborhood's elementary schools.

Before she knew it, Annabeth had found her purpose. She felt important, in the sense that her role mattered and made a difference. She was in her element, and it felt good.

However, none of her previous activities could hold a candle against the summit of student class presidents.

It so happened that with the new government, a series of measures detrimental to the education - especially that of the poorer classes -, had led to a shortage in the budget for student' resources.

With that, the student class presidents had to face the music. The truth was that, if the government cut off their resources, then there wasn't much they could do to help the students in need. After much discussion, a delegation of student class presidents presented the Senate with a petition for more funds, specifically those that would grant free bus tickets to all students.

After a few weeks, they received a response. A negative one. Because of that, the leaders of Olympus High - the biggest and most important high school in the city - summoned all student class presidents of the other schools in the city to agree on further measures.

It was the year 1975 when Annabeth found herself in the auditorium of Olympus High. Her inner excitement seemed to echo through the room, as the hundreds of students invited filled into the room while chattering with animation amongst themselves. Some of them were sitting properly on the benches while others were leaning against walls, propping themselves against the room's window sills, or even leaning against the stage itself. On the relatively small stage, the red curtains had been moved aside to make way for five wooden chairs placed in a line by the center of the platform. A small, old radio was blasting Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" from the side, Freddy Mercury's voice slightly muffled by the noise made by the crowd.

Annabeth sat herself towards the front of the crowd just as three boys and two girls climbed up the steps to the stage. She unconsciously brushed the dust off her light palazzo and her ABBA' t-shirt as she studied the group on the stage with interest. Three of them - a punk girl with a spiky hairdo, a boy dressed completely in black and adorned with several ear piercings, and a tidy boy with blonde, neatly brushed hair, a dress shirt and khakis -, sat while the other two remained standing. After exchanging a glance, the other girl on the stage nodded and turned towards the crowd while the boy sat with his classmates.

Annabeth smiled inwardly as the girl on the stage stared at the crowd until it was reduced to silence. There was nothing too intimidating about her in appearance - she was wearing a purple blouse and black flares; and her hair was braided -, yet it was as if everyone was at once compelled to respect her as she continued to stare at the crowd with determination.

Annabeth couldn't help but feel she could be good friends with that girl.

"Thank you all for coming," the girl began. Her arms were locked behind her back, her gaze proud and serious as she glanced across the room. "My name is Reyna Ramirez Arellano and I'm one of the Junior-class presidents of Olympus High. We never thought we would get such a big gathering when we invited you here, and we're thankful you all care about this issue as much as we do."

"Yes, let's cut the crap," a blond, pale boy snapped from the first row. He shot up from his chair and looked around the auditorium as he demanded. "Why are the five of you speaking to us from the stage as if you're our bosses? Aren't we all the same here?"

Chaos erupted after that comment. Kids from all parts of the auditorium began screaming at each other, some of them arguing with the smug boy from the first row, while others nodded their agreement and began to shout at the group on the stage.

Finally, the boy who sat last on the stage shook his head and rose from his chair to stand besides Reyna. He raised a hand in a placating manner as he began to talk. "Cut it out, now. You all know as well as we do that Olympus is the biggest high school in the city and therefore, the one with more students affected by the government's budget cut. By holding our meeting here, we're keeping the focus where it needs to be."

Annabeth knew who that was. Percy Jackson was a legend amongst all students' organizations. He had been leading and organizing marches and protests ever since his freshman year. With his kind sea-green eyes, jet-black hair and charming smile, Percy had the perfect mix of trusting looks and diplomatic personality. It was no wonder that everyone followed him without hesitation.

So yeah, Annabeth wasn't really sure of whether she merely admired Percy or whether she was completely in love with him but really. Details.

"C'mon Jackson, this is your last year of highschool," the same blonde boy from before retaliated. "Are you sure this isn't about continuing your reign of terror?"

"You should know, Octavian," Percy retorted with a smirk. "You've led a reign of terror for two years now, after all."

Students again broke in cheers as they celebrated Percy's jab. Octavian slowly sank onto his seat, his face ashen. On the stage, Reyna threw Percy a look that was a mix of frustration and amusement while, behind them, the other three kids were full on cracking up at Octavian's expense.

Meanwhile, Annabeth had had enough. She had attended that meeting to think of a solution for their problem, not to watch kids quarrelling with each other. After hesitating, she stood from her chair, and tried not to blush as she felt her peers attention on her.

"Who summoned us doesn't matter," Annabeth stated, ignoring the stares from those on the stage, Octavian's glare, and the smirks from the peers who could see behind her cool facade. She turned her back on the stage, and faced the crowd head-on. "We're here because it's our duty to help. Maybe there are some of us who don't need the supplies provided by the government. Maybe there are some of us who don't need money to buy bus tickets. Maybe some of us don't need the school's free cafeteria. It doesn't matter. What matters is that there are some who do need that help so that makes it more important than grudges or sore prides. What matters is what we're going to do about it."

For a few, endless moments, complete silence ruled over the auditorium as they processed Annabeth's speech. Annabeth remained standing, her head lifted proudly even as she felt herself crumbling under everyone's stare.

And, at last, she was aided.

"She's right," Percy said from the stage. He smiled at Annabeth before looking at the crowd before him. "Any ideas?"

"It's obvious," the punk girl who climbed onto the stage with them replied. "We go to the streets. We make noise until they have no option but to listen to us."

"That's too dangerous, Thalia," Octavian argued as Percy and Reyna went back to their seats. "We aren't ready for that."

"I hate to agree with Octavian," said the blonde boy sitting by Thalia's left. "But the police will not take such manifestation lightly. They've tried to repress us before. We could get hurt. Gods, we could even be imprisoned."

"Imprisoned?" The boy wearing nothing but black scoffed from Reyna's left. "Jason, we're minors. We can't be put in jail."

"All I'm saying is that the police are pretty inflexible these days. They won't like such a blunt protest to the government's decision, Nico, and you know that as well as I do," Jason shook his head with concern before looking to his left at Percy. "I understand that there are some of us who really need the free bus tickets in order to even attend school but I don't think we should force everyone in this room to risk themselves."

"You aren't forcing us," Annabeth blurted out immediately. "Of course, nobody is forced to attend this protest but we're all here because we care. If this is the most effective way to make ourselves heard, we can't be against it. This is bigger than us."

"This is bigger than us, and this is bigger than the police," Reyna agreed from Percy's left, shooting Annabeth an approving smirk. "This issue belongs with the Senate. If we're to be heard, then that's where we need to go."

A wordless chorus of agreement echoed through the auditorium. Some students cheered Annabeth on, even clapping in her direction, while others nodded and waited for a vote to be called upon them. Fear struck all of their hearts at the idea of getting into something so serious, but it was nothing when compared to the pride they felt about doing something to help.

As far as they knew, all kids deserved the same opportunities, and that included an equal education. Social status or money didn't matter. All that mattered was social equality, and they wouldn't stop until they achieved it.

On the stage, Percy looked at his companions before smiling in the direction of the crowd. "As the Senior class president of Olympus High, I call a vote. Those in favor of marching towards the Senate in order to present our petition, please raise your hand."

At once, hundreds of hands were raised across the room, their owners smiling with enthusiasm, adrenaline, and hidden nerves. Annabeth raised her hand too, and smiled lightly when Percy looked in her direction.

"Motion approved," Percy finally declared. "We will begin the preparations tomorrow. We shall meet here, same time as today. Reyna's leading the meeting tomorrow, though. I suck at strategizing."

As the group laughed, Annabeth bit her lips before taking a deep breath.

It was a daunting feeling, being involved in a real fight. They were fighting for equal rights and opportunities, and it was as thrilling as it was terrifying. However, Annabeth couldn't help but be eased as she glanced around herself, taking in the crowd who supported the same fight she did.

She couldn't have chosen better companions in the struggle to come.

And maybe, just maybe, she'd found her home.