Winchester possessed her
**************All characters except my Ocs belong to the Supernatural universe***************
Harry was a quiet girl. She lived her life just as a respectable girl ought to. She went to church every Sunday. Cooked dinner for her family with her mother every night. Wore skirts below the knee. Had her nose in a book whenever she had the chance. Highly respectable indeed or so people thought. So, the question is… Why would the notorious bad-boy Dean Winchester want a quiet respectable girl like her?
The white lace lamp's light scattered across Harry's room. Her eyes stung with a waking vengeance. She sighs thinking to herself "I know, I know… I didn't want to wake up either." The black and navy uniform that laid on her chair screamed: "GET DRESSED!" At her, so she groggily obliged. The first day back at school is never easy but at least she will get to see her two best friends Lorna and Naomi. They are the best friends she has ever had and they light up her life! They make a normal school day full off adventure and laughter. It's never a dreary day when Lorna and Naomi are around! It's been a hard summer without them but finally, the three musketeers will be reunited today.
Harry looked herself up and down in the long mirror that stood near her wardrobe. Her hands found her waist as she scanned herself from toes to the top of her head. Slowly her eyes drifted from her black school shoes to her black trouser-clad knees, to her neck where her school tie graced her neck and finally to her head. Her face was decorated with two plump rosy cheeks, a prominent freckled nose, round blue eyes, curved lips and puffy blonde hair. This is as good as it's going to get. Huffing, in one swift movement she hooked her bag over her should and sweeps out of her bedroom door.
The staircase that lead to the front door of the house creaked up a storm to Harry's displeasure as she did not want the wrath of her sleeping mother when she returned home. It would be like unleashing Satan. Not fun. Slipping out the front door, her hand pulled her phone and put her earphones in. A smirk jumped on her face as the familiar riff of The Foo Fighters exploded into her brain. It was her little secret…. Hehehehe*cough*
After a short walk, Harry could see Lorna and Naomi standing outside their form room where they would be registered before classes start for the day. Harry could always recognise Lorna from a mile away from her petite frame, long elven hair with a new bohemian hairstyle daily, her mustard bag and her luscious eyes that reminded Harry of Cleopatra. Then there was Naomi who towered over the two hobbits that were her best friends. Naomi had long chestnut hair that framed her face, long sexy legs that a model would kill for and lastly a gentle smile which bewitched boys with one smirk in their direction. Lorna quickly noticed Harry as she quickly approached. Lorna gasped and skipped over to Harry and pulled her in for a hug. "Harry Bean! I have missed you so much!" Harry untensed and let out a welcomed sigh. "I've missed you too Cherry Pie! Naomi come here and give your momma a hug!" The trio of 18-year-olds headed towards their form room. Another day in Catholic school. As the girls laughed and gossiped about their Summer, Sister Charlotte shouted for us to get to form.
Harry surveyed her surroundings; the class hadn't changed much over the summer. The boys were taller, and the girls were the same as always. Nothing of interest caught Harry's eye until her head snapped towards the door as it opened. Behind Sister Abbot stood two boys, one taller than the other. They seemed to be brothers. The taller one had floppy brown hair while the shorter one had light brown hair. "Who are they?" Harry thought, and Sister Charlotte answered her question. "Welcome Sam and Dean" Sister Charlotte gushed. Well, maybe this year won't be as boring as Harry thought.
-Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction so please don't be harsh. I would love to hear some reviews. Expect a chapter or two every few weeks. Thanks! -Hollie xx