i realized i wrote just the authors note like five years ago and it reminded me of why i started this. so i left the old one...cause i'm not an idiot...so thats the old one below.
Okz, one day my bro was watching one of those Japanese cartoons or whatever you want to call them. And there was this one part where one young guy with…gray hair…said a really good line. And I was like, oh hey, that's a good line. And then this scene popped into my head and I was like, oh hey, that could work out if I don't screw it up like normal. So yeah. Let's hope I don't screw it up!
Did you guys know I write these things before I even start? Do other people do that? I don't think they do cause they norm put explanations here where I put them at the end. I dunno, just something to ponder.
Newly turned 16 year old Katie Bell stood in the back of their muddy, downcast, exhausted group, refusing to believe she was standing in the hospital wing. She stared out the window, watching the rain thunder against the glass, wondering if it felt the same pain.
There was no way she worked so hard…
She didn't hear Harry start to stir. She was there but not there at all. Her body was pounding, an echo of the rain against her skin and the exhausting drive she had contained just an hour before. Her muscles contracted, fighting to keep her standing.
No guts no glory…
She propped herself up against her broom, hoping the now fragile-looking item could sustain her weight. Like she herself, it looked tired and desperate for a rest. They both could use a break after all this.
More like all guts no glory…
She stared at the back of Fred's head and had the mood been different she would've managed a smile. Even with his hair wet and plastered to his head there was still a lock that stood straight up in the back.
She spilt herself out on the pitch…
Ron was there. And that Granger girl. Katie didn't notice them as she stared down at the tile floor, suddenly realizing how much she hated the color yellow. She began scowling at the marble floor beneath her muddy feet.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end…
She heard Harry groan over mumbles of his Nimbus. Katie gripped hers tighter as her eyebrows knit together in even greater furry. She watched the remainder of the rain in her hair drop to the marble floor.
This couldn't be how it ended…
As if a mile away, she heard Fred's voice float towards her. He and George were going of statistics. She breathed in a deep, anguished, fury of a sigh that her nostrils flared with. Ignoring the stinging in the back her eyes she scowled on.
She wouldn't let it end here…
She watched as something else ran down her face with the left over rainwater. She slammed her eyes shut and prayed that the something else wasn't what she thought it was. Now only rainwater fell but the stinging remained.
She wouldn't…
She looked back up, her set face in determined refusal. Stony cold she refused to accept defeat. Call it stupidity or call it stubbornness. Like Fred said, they could still be in it. But god damn it did she hate the color yellow.
No way in hell.
Half way through this I realized that it was so poetically structured that I just kept it up. That's for xxjustacontradictionxx cause so knows better than anyone I got no rhythm. I had to end it here cause there was no way I could keep that up through the whole way. And everytime I put up two chapters I never get two reviews from each one. So I'll put up a sequel one shot.
But you have to review. So there.
oh damn it, i just realized the line i was talking about before wont pop up until next time. god damn it.
Oh gods, how do you guys put up with me? hahahaha
Lots o love!