It's me, the one and only GODDESS OF FANGIRLS!
Kpop will be frequently mentioned, but you don't need to know anything about it to understand the story.
BTW~ I went to a British school for a grand total of 2 years, so this is based off HOGWARTS, HARRY POTTER, AND REGENTS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL! WOOHOO!
Disclaimer: Nope. Not Harry Potter, not Girls Generation (KPOP IS AMAZING), After School is a no, as well as 4minute, not Johnson Controls, PJO, nothing!
*Isabelle will be referred to as Izzy and Bella, that sort of a thing, sometimes*
"Quinn, get in here!" yelled my dear mum. I winced, remembering the trail of mud I'd left in the kitchen. I plucked my earbuds out, mid Girls Generation song- my favourite- Express 999. I rushed downstairs, and saw mum holding a mop in her hand. "Clean up this mess!" She said. I took the mop from her, and swirled it around on a patch of the mud.
"Mum." I said, as I scrubbed at the last of it. "What's for supper?"
"We're doing mash and meatloaf tonight, it should be ready in a bit." she replied, whisking milk into a pot, to do some complex cooking method I didn't understand. I put the mop in our cupboard, and went up to my room, where my MP3 payer was playing a remix of my favourite 4minute songs.
"Oh mirror shine,
Let me fix my make up
Break it down,
Break it down-
chakhage saranghan joe nappeun ibyeore apaya aljyo
Sarangeul mollaseo geujeo sarameul mideotjyo-
Yeah I'm the female monster
You know that
Everybody let's get crazy right now
Lego-"
I began to sing along to the music as I finished up some arithmacy homework for Mr. Braggs. Just as I finished, mum called me down to dinner, and we began to eat.
"How was school?" she asked. "Who did you sit with at lunch? Do you have much homework? Was Mr. Braggs nice today? I smiled at her eagerness.
"Braggs was fine, I just got some literacy work to finish up. I sat by the usual crew- Mary, Sophia, Isabelle. How was work?"
"Oh, Martha was a pain, she ordered a dress in the wrong size, and didn't impress her new boyfriend enough for a pricey dinner, yada yada yada, etc etc. I had the interview with John to talk about the promotion. I think-" she bit her lip. "I think it went well."
I beamed. I was genuinely psyched for her. She'd wanted this promotion for forever. "That's great!"
"I know!" she said, her voice a mix of nervous and excited. We finished dinner over some banter, and I brought my homework to the table once we'd cleared it off.
"Your eleventh birthday is coming up this summer!" She said. "What do you wanna do for it?"
"Um." I paused. It was May, and my birthday's August seventeenth. It seemed a little early to plan something to me. "Maybe- Mar, Sophie, and Bella could come over?" I asked. "Maybe- like, for a little sleepover? We could- go to the cinema. we don't have to." I added. Our family was a little tight on money, since mum was the only one with income coming in, since dad and her divorced while mum was still pregnant with me.
"Sure!" said mum. I could tell that she was confident about the promotion. I finished my work in silence, as mum typed on her dinky little red Toshiba netbook. I picked up my cheap plastic pen with JCI (Johnson Controls) written on it, and smiled sadly at her. She gave up so much for me. The netbook hardly worked- it shut down every few minutes, the wireless connection didn't work well, it was eight years old, and every time I saw it I remembered her sacrifices, and felt a tad guilty. Okay- a ton.
"What's up?" she asked. I realized I'd been staring.
"Nothing." I lied.
She put away her computer and took out her sewing kit. She started stitching up a work blazer, and I looked down at my ratty tee-shirt from volunteering at the humane society. Needless to say, it was hard to sleep that night.
"Happy birthday Quinn!"
"Happy birthday!"
"Quinnie the Queen!"
My friends grinned at me- Mary with her hair in a shaggy, chin length teal hair, Isabelle's death-metal band tee-shirts, and Soph with her normalness. It was funny, our friend group. We were all so different, but opposites attract, you know?
"What're we seeing?" asked Mary.
"We should see the Death Time!" said Izzy.
"No! We're seeing the Final Promise!" begged Soph.
"My vote's on Bring Back the Beat 2: Age of Jazz!" pleaded Mary.
"It's all up to you." said Mary, giving me the puppy eyes. Izzy death glared at me, and I looked away.
"My vote's on Peter Johnson and the Trident Burglar." I said. We put the names in a hat, and I pulled one out. It read 'death time', so I shoved it back in and pulled out 'the final promise'. I didn't want them to know what I'd put back in, so I said, "The Final Promise? Not again!"
Instead of taking it that I'd pulled it out before, they thought I'd already seen it.
"You don't need to watch it again," said Soph, her shoulders slumping. "Peter Johnson is cheaper. We could get popcorn or something. I brought fruit pastilles too."
"Sounds good." Said Mary. Isabelle shrugged, and we went up to my mum. "We're seeing Peter Johnson and the Trident Burglar, based on the novel by Riker Rondalds." said Mary. I nodded happily.
"You need a ride?" asked mum. I smiled again, and nodded.
"Thanks."
Mum drove us to the cinema, where we got three small popcorns and three tickets to the movie. Mum told us she'd wait for us in the lobby. Just as Peter found out he was the son of Hades, we heard an odd hooting noise, and a bird landed on the chair next to mine. It had something in its beak. I pulled it out silently and tucked it in my pocket. When the movie finished, I'd forgotten all about it.
When my friends left, I sat down with mum, and we opened the letter together.
Dear Ms. Lisbond,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…
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