I do not own Harry Rowling does.I only own the OCs...and Monica

Have you ever heard that making Mary Sues were easy? Did you ever think to stop and see how the Mary Sue feels about herself?This is what one of the many Mary Sues think of her traits. Mary Sues aren't always in love with their characters...


The girl opened her eyes and found herself in a very pink bedroom. She looked around the room, and saw a scrawny skinny girl about thirteen. She had mousy brown, limp hair and acne on her face, and her teeth had pink braces.

"Well it's about time you showed up! I thought of you an hour ago!" the thirteen-year-old said impatiently.

"Who are you?" the other girl asked slowly.

"I'm Monica, your creator," she replied while plopping down on the bed.

The girl opened her mouth to tell Monica her name, but she realized she didn't know her name.

"I should probably tell you about yourself."

The girl looked at Monica carefully, Monica's comment about being her "creator" finally hit her.

Monica sighed and sat up. "Your name's Megan Anita Reina Yuri Skye Ursula Emma --"

"Isn't that a little…long?" Megan Anita Reina Yuri Skye Ursula Emma interrupted.

"Smith," Monica finished.

"That's a very long name," Megan Anita Reina Yuri Skye Ursula Emma said.

"Or M. A. R. Y. S. U.E. for short."

"Can't I just use one of those names?" M. A. R. Y. S. U. E. protested.

"Fine. Your name's Emma. Happy?" Monica snapped.

"A little."

"Ok. This is what you look like: You have long, shoulder-length dark brunette hair that curls and looks like it is in an after Dove Shampoo commercial. Your face is heart-shaped, and your hair frames it perfectly. You have natural honey colored tips in your hair. Your eyes are like kaleidoscopes, and are topaz-colored. You have a slender frame, yet you have curves in all the right--Why are you laughing?"

Emma stopped, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry but this is so funny! I sound like a Disney princess! And I do not sound at all realistic."

Monica glared at her. "I can make you look anyway I damn well want you to look."

"I never said you couldn't."

"Anyway…You have curves in all the right places. Your fingers are long and nim-- Stop giggling!"

"I'm sorry! I get it, I get it. I'm sexy. Can we just move on before I die of laughter?" Emma said, stifling another giggle.

"Fine! After I add this last part. You have voluptuous, large, perky breasts and a perfect ass--What is it?" Monica spat, staring at Emma's slightly raised hand.

"How can I have large breasts if I'm so slender? Did I have plastic surgery?"

"NO! THEY ARE ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT NATURAL!" screamed Monica.

"…You don't have to yell."

Monica sighed and rubbed her temples. "Onto your personality. You are innocent--What now?"

"So I'm an innocent, large breasted girl?"

"Yes. Now, if you interrupt me one last time, I will delete you."

Emma bit her lips and shut up.

"You are innocent, curi--wait forget that one, brave, kind, thoughtful, independent, sweet, charming, witty, and you are the smartest person to ever go to Hogwarts."

I thought that was Hermione, thought Emma.

"Here is what you are good at: everything. You will win the heart of a boy named James Sirius Potter. Any questions?"

Emma raised her hand slowly, scared that Monica will delete her.

"Yes?" Monica said calmly.

"What are my flaws?"

"Um…gee, I never really thought of that...uh... you are clumsy."

"That's it?"

"Yep."

I seem a little…perfect. Too perfect, thought Emma.

Monica took Emma's silence as her being satisfied with her personality.

"Oh, the readers of Fanfiction are going to love you!" Monica said gleefully, clapping her hands.


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