Hey yall! uhm...this is my first story on here...I really hope you enjoy it! Reviews are welcome, but please, don't flame me.
Thank you all! :D
Kahori
I don't know what happened. The last thing I remember seeing was my father bending over the railing of my balcony. And then everything went black, I was completely numb to everything around me. Then there was a light. Not like what you see in movies or hear in books, it wasn't bright at all. It was more like a dull, muted light, similar to a misted light that you would see in a graveyard or near a lake or pond. I wasnt scared, no, far from that, I was curious.
Well, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Catherine Fierdirich and I am 15 years old. Well, I was, anyway... I think I died, but I'm not really sure. Doesn't dying hurt or make you feel really cold and tired? But back to introductions. I attended La Salles Private Highschool in Portland. I was a sophmore and I really wasnt that much of a talker. I didnt have that many friends, and those I did I didnt really talk to them or hang out with them. I was in my own little world most of the time, thinking about strange things, like, what if wizards and vampires and werewolfs were real? Or, What about ghosts and banshees? I wanted to know about all of it. I had the best grades in my class, all +A's and never got in trouble with the teachers, but all of my classmates made fun of me for being so smart and quiet. I always had my nose in a book, normally Harry Potter or A Brief History of Time.
The bullies were always there to harass me. Saying that I was a freak, that I didn't belong there, at the school. My looks are a little strange I guess... I'm fairly short, 5'2", pale white skin that never tanned, shockingly black hair that was normally in ringlets, and electric blue eyes. I only wore cool colors; grey, black, blue, purple, and white, they were mostly lolita style dresses and other clothes.
I never knew my mother. But then again, I never knew my real parents either, seeing as I am adopted. My father is the only family I have. He is tan, blond hair and green eyes, 6'8", and very flamboyant and very, very gay. Thats probably why mom left him. He told me he came out to her three months after they adopted me. Of course she was upset, they had been married for five years, but she was very accepting, and then dropped off the face of the earth. Dad was the only person I was ever talkative around. I would tell him about what I learned at school, what I dreamt about the night before, what I thought of the people at school, all that kind of stuff. He would listen and tell me what he thought about all of that and then tell me about his day. He ownes a bakery down the street from my school.
The Harry Potter Books were my life. I knew the first book by heart. That was the brunt of all the teasing that I received. It never really bothered me, I just kept to myself all the more. I never cared what people thought of me. I really wanted to go into the Harry Potter world and be a part of the story. It would be my dream...
"What are you doing here, child?"
Oh my gawd.
It was Merlin!