Okay I know this is going to suck so badly, but I'm going to write this story anyways. So if you hate this,
I'll understand. Please excuse my terrible grammar and writing skills.
2:00 am, Thursday, June 5:
A girl is drunk and stumbling through a small, wooded area. She's constantly falling over and can't find her way out. Her throbbing head and messed up vision isn't helping, either. Her new dress is ripped and smells strongly of alcohol and smoke. Her make-up is smeared all over her face and is getting in her eyes and her hair is tangled and sticky from an unknown substance. Eventually she has to stop and vomit behind a tree. She continues wandering through the dark woods.
9:00 pm a house near by Salem's School of Witchcraft, US. June 4:
A 40-something year old woman is talking on the phone, seated at a mahogany dining table. She is dressed in a pink patterned business suit and matching pointy heels. Her make-up is caked-on to conceal her aged face. The woman is trying to keep her voice light and pleasant, but her agitated face suggests otherwise. She is discussing with an old friend about her unruly daughter.
"Really, Narcissa, I just don't know WHAT to do with her! She is always out partying and listens to inappropriate music. She curses and comes home DRUNK!" She pats her tight bun coated heavily with hairspray. She listens intently to what her friend has to say.
"What's worse is that she acts like this and manages to make decent grades! She could be a top student if she wasn't always acting out! If her father was still around, he would have shook some sense into her!" The woman straightens her pink and white plaid table cloth as she listens to the phone.
"If only she was as wonderful as your Draco is…Hopefully he'll be a good influence on her when I transfer her to Hogwarts." The woman smirks and replies, "No, of course she won't be happy about this, but I warned her of the consequences."
10:35 am a yard of an elderly woman adorned with pink flamingos and gnomes. June 5:
A pastel pink, colored pump kicks a passed out girl in the stomach.
"OWWW…." The girl garbles as she weakly tries to wrap her arms around herself. She has a huge hangover and feels like she might throw up. The ridiculous humidity and heat isn't making anything better.
"Get up you drunk bum."
"That…wasn't very creative."
"Shut up! Get out of Mrs. Thompson's yard and GET INSIDE!"
The angry woman stormed off angrily and went inside the big white pillared house across the street.
Ten minutes later the girl got herself up and went into her house to face her mother.
