》Riptides《 A Harry Potter Percy Jackson Crossover

Fresh Mangoes

Percy's POV

After the sun rises, I get up from the windowsill and take a shower. While freezing in the intentionally cold water, I 
like to think about all my failures.

And assure myself I will always make more. (A/N mood tho)

Anyway, I get out and get dressed while contemplating the meaning of life.

And when I'm out the door, I am ready for the day!

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Nevermind.

I was not ready for the day.

I was attacked basically the second I stepped out the door.

But it was just a single Giant Raven (A/N Ya know, from TOA), seemingly lost and surprised to find a demigod here. But I easily sliced it to dust and went on my merry way.

But the day was about to get worse, because I was attacked by the rest of the flock. 

And I got a scratch! On my face! It didn't hurt, but it did bleed a little gold, and that was obviously suspicious. 

So then I had to go find a lake where I could quickly heal. Not hard, but annoying. 

After about 10 minutes of walking I end up at a park. It's lake is dirty, but I quickly fix that. 

No one is around, for some reason, and I just dive into the now crystal clear water. It wasn't freshwater, but it was water nevertheless.

I can feel the scratch on my cheek close up after a few minutes and I allow myself to relax. 

I do notice the trash littering the artificial bottom of the lake, and I have to pick it up because if I didn't, I would probably hate myself (more) later. (A/N  everyone, don't litter, because Percy will hate himself more if you do)

I steal the basically empty trash bags from the trash cans dotted around near the sidewalks. 

Why can't people just put the trash in the conveniently placed trash cans?

So I dredge up the trash at the bottom and dump it in the trash bags. In the end I have to walk to the other end of the park to find more trash bags.

Soon, the lake is completely clean, and you can see all the ducks moseying around on the surface. 

And then I pick up the rest of the litter I find. Turns out, no one ever picks up the litter, so there's more trash than I can fit in the trash cans. 

So I knock on a few doors and collect a few more trash bags from some nice people.

I am cleaning this park,and no one can stop me.

After about 10 more minutes, I have finished scrubbing the bird poop off the benches and sidewalks. Raked up leaves, jumped in the pile, and raked them up again.

But at around 8 AM a few people started filtering in and out of the park, and I had to leave in case people start suspecting the teenager who is controlling sewage water to clean the entire park. 

(A/N Does that happen to you? Like you want to clean one shelf, but you end up disgusted with the rest of your room so you clean the whole place? No? Just me? Okay.)

The park now looks about 44,422 times better and I am now feeling surprisingly energized despite smelling like the sewer and trash.

I begin the short walk back to the rip-off haunted house where I'm staying. Predictably, everyone stays far away from me, since I look like a swamp monster right now.