I loved sweets. Loved them. More than anything. They were magic, I swear, whether you were a muggle or a wizard. No matter how down in the dumps I get, sweets just get rid of my horrible mood. I always had this theory that, if used correctly, sugar could cure cancer.

Lord, if I could explain all of the horrible things Malfoy was, my story would be endless and you would get bored, so never mind even trying to describe him. Whatever words I use, however I use them, it would all just be an enormous understatement.

It gets weirder. Everyone was so silent that another name came out when, again, another piece of paper flew out. Huh? Three, okay. Four, um sure. Five? No!!!

Guess what it said. Come on, guess!

 

I wasn't really hungry, but I went downstairs to go eat anyway. I wasn't going to, but I figured, Hell, this is probably the last time I'll ever eat again; I might as well overindulge in the last remaining hours of my life.

 I think I’ll add Snape to my short list of people I really, really, really hate. Along with Rita Skeeter.

"No," I said, simply. I didn't even know what I said no to. Him taking my hands, or me not accepting his apology. Maybe I meant both. Or neither. Confusion just seems to be a huge part of my life.

I just hoped the entire student body didn’t witness me upchucking my lunch onto Aidan’s clean black and turquoise suit. No, that wasn’t a coincidence. Aidan (the little stalker) had gone around asking what I was going to wear. Melody, not knowing that I wasn’t really interested in Aidan, told him the color of my dress. Aidan had bought a suit that matched it immediately. 
Most of the girls thought it was sweet.
I thought it was annoying and highly unnecessary.

I’ll be lucky if I don’t die of misery. Or lying-itis. Hmm…what would a disease of liar-esque habits be called? Dishonesty Disorder? That sounds pretty cool…

Oh, how embarrassing! I probably taste like rotten tomatoes. Or fish. Or worse…what if I tasted like, like…I don’t know, onions!
Now I’m ruined. He’s probably telling all his friends to warn others not to kiss the girl with the fish-and-onion breath. That’s probably why they were all laughing earlier…