Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson nor Harry Potter.

*I did write the poem though*

I awoke with a content sigh; that dream was just epic and I wished to go back to it and fly around with the sparkly narwhals. I lay in my bed for a few minutes, just day dreaming. My sheets were tangled around me like vines in a forest.

"Autumn! Get your lazy ass up and ready for school, you worthless piece of crap!" My lovely mother's voice ran through the halls and into my room.

I groaned; today was the first day of school. Back to evil demon teachers and bullies who thought they owned the school, and yet were dumb enough to think that 2 + 2 = 5. Idiots had poop for brains.

"AUTUMN!" my mom yelled again. Geez doesn't she ever lose her voice? "Are you up yet? I want your ass out of my house as soon as possible. I don't want to see your face anymore than I have to."

I gritted my teeth. Her house? The whore was lucky enough her last husband was as rich as the frickin' Queen of England. I slid out of my warm comforting bed and shivered a bit. Understandable, since I was dressed in only a jade green tank top and loose Rainbow Dash flannel pajamas. My few friends are jelly because they can't have awesome brony merchandise like me. I walked barefoot to my closet, picked out some clothes, and hurried into the bathroom. I stripped and stepped into the shower. The warm water touched my body and I closed my eyes. I started composing a song and started singing it.

"A hopeless heart bound for shipwreck

But in continues to glide across the sea

To a mysterious land full of freedom, wonder, and even love

And it just can't help but wonder if land's everything it dreamed"

A loud knock interrupted my singing. I froze not knowing what was coming next, but having a foreboding sense. The sound of the door unlocking prompted me to rush out onto the floor mat and quickly wrap a towel around my body.

The door opened and I saw my mother furiously gripping the doorknob. Her eyes narrowed into small slits when she saw me, staring petrified at her. Her mouth hung open, and she was leaning heavily on the door.

"Oh crap, she's already drunk," I thought.

"You, Autumn. C'mere," she slurred and reached toward me.

I knew from past experiences to not flinch or scoot back seeing as she would just fly into an uncontrollable rage. I gulped, terrified as the muscular woman drew me closer to her. I could still smell the stench of sour wine rolling off her breath.

Trying not to gag, I asked in a soft voice, "Yes, Mother?"

Before I said this, she was looking past me at the floor, but now that she heard me, she focused her eyes on mine. She had an expression of confusion that was quickly replaced with such ferocity; it would have made Hitler pee his pants.

"What punk? What are you looking' at? Huh?" She hissed out. "You think you're all high and mighty now you're going to be in high school?"

She gripped both my wrists, and squeezed.

"OH DEAR MOTHER OF PINEAPPLE JESUS LORD ALL MIGHTY," I screamed in my mind, because she was applying so much pressure to my left wrist, when she knew exactly what was there. But I only whimpered out loud. I tried not to, but it just slipped out. After she heard the soft cry, she slapped me. Her hand came flying out of nowhere and left angry welts on my cheek.

"Don't you dare talk back to me missy." She spoke the words slowly, trying to evoke fear in me. And guess what happened? My stupid eyes decided to start peeing.

No, Autumn, be strong, a voice whispered into my ear. Just hold on a bit longer. Help is on the way.

And just like that, my mother's eyes started to droop. She couldn't even form a proper sentence. She looked dazed and sleepy. I gently removed my wrists from hers and half carried her to her bed. After she was tucked away in bed, I realized…I was still naked under the towel.

I ran back into the bathroom and hurriedly took washed the suds out of my dark black hair. It took a while since my hair is so long, but I do believe I managed it in record time. Then, I threw on some jeans and a plaid shirt. Holy crackers, I love plaid shirts.

While I was putting on my bazillion bracelets, I examined my wrists. They had bruises forming over the scars. Frick, I thought.

I hurried down the steps of the house and waved at Damien, the boy who lived across the street. He was the only friend I really had. I had another friend, Bianca, but she disappeared one day and never returned. I tried finding her, but it's like her existence was erased from the world.

I waited by a stop sign, where my bus would stop. I normally would walk to school, but the issue with my mother kind of set me back. The school bus pulled up, not a moment too soon, and I walked up the steps. The smell of crappy public school buses pretty much molested my nose. Almost immediately, I tripped. I was forced to give the ground a hug, because my childhood bully, Sheila, stuck her foot out. Buttface, I angrily thought, but did nothing.

Hope you enjoyed it, it's my first FanFic. So feel free to give me any review. I'd love to where I can improve.