It is strange. It feels strange… to sit here in this dark classroom. Full of poisoned air, which causes so many pupils to twitch and caught , but it makes me smile and relax on the hard chair. I like this lonely dark classroom, which resembles so much its owner ,Professor Snape, and well…. Me. I think he understands me ,I think he does. I think he knows how It feels ,day after day, year after year , to live in this " prison". Sometimes it tears me apart to walk through this cold corridors alone, no one noticing that I exist . I hate to see those happy faces of the "Golden Trio" walking past me , and twice even knocking me down ,without an apology ,because they though that it was just some rock lieing somewhere where it should not have been.. And they are right I should not have been there, it is not my home, my place.
I don't what this whole situation to sound so tragical , because it is not. I like this way of living. I hide everything to myself, I am independent, I don't have to trust somebody and be afraid that , that he will betray me, I have the
best friend I could have dreamt of. Me! And I have learnt how to mask my emotions. Person should always control his emotions, should always rethink the consequences which could cause his acts. We learn from our mistakes. And I have done many drastical mistakes.
But I have chaged.I wont do that stupid mistakes again. Never again.
