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A/N: All right I wrote this during……Religion class. It's always religion. Well this will be a multi chapter story. YAY *Throws hands in the air and waves them like she just don't care.* Hope you all Enjoy!! Now Onto the story.

To anyone who wants to think girls will always be girls, you are an idiot. I have gone from miles beyond to prove that girls are different in every way. I had doubts, I sweated tears, and most importantly, I found love. For the first time in my life I found a treasure that people live and wait for. The hope and dreams of little girls who look through picture books of princesses being carried by their prince and off to a big white castle where they live happily ever after. All I can say to that is it's true.

You can find love, but there is a consequence. You need to commit and fight to win his heart when some other girl strolls in waving her hair in the wind as you gawk and stare. Every part of her is perfect and your chances of having that one guy slips away. No one can stop her not even a flick of your fairy god mother's wand. You swear under your breath as the faint scent of a cheap brand of perfume tickles the bottom of your nose and your heart starts to sink as the lovely boy of your dreams turns his eyes away from you and instead, goes to her. God, I hate it when that happens.

But, the one thing I hate the most, it makes me want to puke I'm serious. I hate it so much when you finally get the boy of your dreams, you look at all the hopeless girls who don't have a life. The ones who would trade anything to be you. They look at you as someone else, someone who has a man while they sulk in their loneliness. You realize that you were one of them. You were a depressed girl who hated her life and mostly called a LONER. Now that's what I really hate.

My school Is well, divided into sections. All of us are labeled which I think, is a total stereo type, but it is what it is. We have the jocks who are big fat….well you know what I mean. Then there's the preps or as I like to call it, Ms. Barbie and her "posse" which is mostly the whole female student body. We then go to the emo kids, nerds, geeks, and loners. All the kids in school are pretty weird.

I remember telling my parents all about these and guess how they reacted? They started to laugh saying that they had the exact same thing during their time. How can they say that? They're from the 90's where people had….. well nothing of the modern age! They said they were the nerds and geeks which wasn't a surprise. My folks are boring with a capital B!

I don't even understand my cousins and aunts and uncles. My parents are one of the most laid back, least over protected, fun going parents unlike my aunts and uncles who ground their kids if they miss curfew or slam their doors and yell "I HATE MY LIFE!" But no, my parents don't care if I get in trouble. They don't yell or lecture and my dad is was one of the most uptight men when he was sixteen.

All my gal cousins (and I'm including my older sister), or so called female dogs (Sorry no swearing or dad will kill me if he reads this. That's the only thing he gets mad of.), somehow have no idea in life. They only care about hair and their chicken bone selves! They go on crash diets and never eat, they buy the most reveling clothes but later returns them when their dads find out, and they have the biggest egos. My guy cousins are just plain failures. They do nothing during school. I swear, they will fail and live the rest of their lives living at home doing nothing except sitting on the couch yelling to their girlfriends, "HEY BABE GET ME A SODA WILL YA?" How I give my sympathy to the girls who have to put up with those dogs, I mean men.

Now if you are reading this, go on ahead because I would love you to be fascinated by the wonder of my thoughts. Now to the important parts.

Who am I? I am Lucy Weasley, fourteen years old, Slytherin House, the only LONER in Hogwarts yet so cool, currently single, enemies of my family members, and most of all the only person in Hogwarts who isn't afraid to be who she wants to be.

So some words of advice, never, ever, and I mean NEVER be me, Lucy Annabelle Weasley because I guarantee you WILL REGRET IT.

Now my first story is well, interesting. I'm going to bring you to when I was eleven years old, 11:30 am Kings Cross, platform 9and 3/4. That's right. I'm bringing you to my first Hogwarts year. This should be fun because they're my deep personal thoughts….for anyone who cares.

That was so much fun to write! Please, comment, and rate! Should I keep writing?