Prologue
When I was little, I had friends. But, when your little, friendships aren't complicated. Your parents are friends, so they arrange play dates. So, you have friends. So up until third grade I felt like I had friends. Third grade was when the kids started running the friendships. That was the year at recess I would sneak to the library to do homework. That was the only time I ever broke any rules. Though, I developed a steady friendship with the librarian, who never turned me in. In fourth grade, my teacher gave me challenge work to do during recess. In fifth grade, it was back to sneaking to the library. It wasn't that the other kids were every mean, they ignored me, I ignored them, and it worked out just fine.
According to me. My parents believed that I needed to be more like my older sister, Jess. Jess is popular and good at sports, and not to brag, but not nearly as smart as me, but my parents still tell be to be more like Jess, not Jess to be more like me. My parents need to sort out there priorities.
because my social releshionships had become no better since third grade, my parents decided that for middle school, I should attend a school for academically gifted students. That is, until the letter came.
this is Hermione's version of the events of the Harry Potter series. I'll try to update about once a week, but no guarantees.