I have no idea what I'm doing here. Seriously. I haven't published on here in like two years. Finals season is upon me. Does anyone even read James/Lily fan fiction anymore? Does anyone even follow me on fan fiction anymore?
And yet.
This idea has been stuck in my head for the longest freaking time and I've written a nice part of this story-in bits and pieces-and I figured I was never gonna finish it til I have someone else reading it and telling me to hurry up and finish it, so hopefully one person sticks with this story. If not, I'll become the kind of person that motivates themselves I guess.
This story is rated T for language and I guess inappropriateness? Teen stuff. Nothing bad really. This basic premise was inspired by the book "Absolutely Normal Chaos" I read hundreds of years ago. This is the prologue and since it's basically nonsense I'll post the first chapter with it. Also, this is something soooo different than Summer Magic, mostly because this is during the school year and also because SM chapters were 5k words each and these are like 10k. Whoops.
Follow/review if you want! (I forgot I have to ask for those)
Dear Professor Malek,
Here it is: my heart. Not my actual heart, of course, but these journals contain everything my heart contains. I did what you've asked, and I've written about my weaknesses, my fears, my loves, my dreams, and my secrets. On these pages, I bragged and whined, ponder and denied, reflected and ignored. I've come to realizations about myself, others, life, love, good, and evil. Even though I had first doubted I would, I learned things about myself I'm not sure I would have otherwise discovered. The point is, I did the project. That's why you shouldn't read it.
I'm not joking. Please don't read this! Just from looking at what, exactly, I'm turning in should be enough to tell you that I did the project. I took this assignment seriously (eventually). If I didn't, would I have really used all these books writing rubbish?
So, now that you know I did the assignment, and that it did lead to an intensive look at my heart, you can just shove these journals to the side and give me my O.
Seriously. Don't read these! I really did do it, I promise! It's just that… At some point, I began writing more than necessary. I began writing more than you asked about things I would never show or tell anyone, let alone my bloody professor! I guess I just got carried away. But how was I supposed to know this year would turn out the way they did? How was I supposed to know Mary and Diana and every other barking student in the school would act like that? How was I supposed to know what the Slytherins would do? How was I supposed to know about the mess my family and James's family and everyone else in the world would get into? How was I supposed to know that James Potter and I would…? The point is, how was I supposed to know? I didn't intend to get this deep into my life, and I'm sure you don't want to hear any of it! Truly, you don't. Knowing this much about my life and me will only harm you, Professor.
That's why you should just stop here. Do not read my journals! I mean it.
With all due respect,
Lily Evans
(Stop reading!)