I annoy myself. Simple as that. Why? Because my life is full of contradictions. I want good grades, but I hate studying. I want to have fun, but I hate doing things. I want to listen to my friends encouragement, but I hate their advice. I want to forget James Potter, but I hate how great he makes me feel. I have decided to start a new slate. One that starts with me letting go and enjoying life, the real kicker is that I don't know where to start.

Hi! My name is Caittie-Lynn and this is THE REAL KICKER. I have a bunch of pre-written chapters ready to publish so I don't fall behind in updating! Hope you enjoy!

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

~Set Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol

I annoy myself. Simple as that, really no need to go into explanations, but because I am so kind I have decided to explain my sudden annoyance. You see, I attend Hogwarts and during my academic year I have a complete type A personality, but as soon as I return home, I switch to type B. I become one of those annoying artistic teenagers who wear strange clothing because it makes them unique. Truth is I become a hipster conformist. The real kicker? I hate those types of people.

I guess this drastic change is because of all of the free time I gain during the summer. I decide that I want to learn to do it all. I take dance classes, art classes, acting classes, and freaking photography classes because everyone knows how difficult it is to take a true picture. It has also become apparent that even though I am bored very easily, I never find time to clean my room. This is especially strange given the fact that I can't leave my dorm at Hogwarts any less than perfect.

Anyway, I have decided to mesh myself if that makes any sense. I will no longer be uptight, super clean, and somewhat crazy Lily Evans. I will no longer be messy, overratedly artistic (see I created my own word, that is how artistic I am), and free Lily Evans. Instead I will be happy, a little clean, and ready to have some fun. Did you know that during my stay at Hogwarts, I am been to a total of two parties? Yup and only for ten minutes, five minutes per party.

This year I was going to be a normal teenage girl … who can do magic … and who happens to be head girl. Don't get me wrong, I was extremely excited to be head girl. This was my chance to prove myself and to get ahead in the world after graduation. This gave me options. I just didn't want school to be so close to being over and this badge that I held made it real for me.

Ugh, this is what happens when I sit alone in a compartment, I begin thinking about what is wrong in my life. I wasn't even going to think about Petunia, but If I was thinking about her then I would cringe at the thought of someone hating me as much as she did and about how she called me a freak and would barely look at me. Well, good thing I am not thinking about her.

"Lily!" I shifted in my seat and smiled as my friend Dorcas walked in. I stood up and hugged her as she set her luggage down. "I know I only just saw you last week, but it's so good to see my best friends face." She squealed. After using magic to place her luggage above us, she sat down and pulled out a book and a pile of chocolates. "I am not planning on standing up until we get to school." She then continued to grab a pillow and place it behind her.

"You are so lazy!" I yelled happily as I allowed Dorcas to swing her legs over mine.

"Yes, but I am allowed to be. Once Quidditch starts then I won't be able to enjoy these incredibly lazy and dull moments." She grabbed one of her chocolate bars and bit into it.

The train had begun to move and the group of Gryffindor girls had found their way to each other. Well, technically they all found me because I was the first here but I digress. I had a total of twenty minutes until I had to meet up with the prefects in the prefect cabin. I held the instructions that I had received in my letter from Hogwarts that explained everything needed to know for the first meeting.

"Oh Buttercup, you are so very stupid." Rachel mumbled. She slammed her book shut and looked up at the other four girls in the compartment. I glanced at my friend and smiled. One thing everyone knew about Rachel was how she loved to talk, but she would never start a conversation herself. She sighed and opened her book back up again only to shut it ten seconds later. "Stupid book." Rachel was probably the funniest out of all the friends. She had short sayings and small facial expressions that could cause all girls to fall on the floor with uncontrollable laughter. Rachel was one of the only Americans who attended Hogwarts. She constantly forgot about her accent and would sometimes switch to a British accent, which we make as a contestant running joke. She is usually pessimistic and looks on the bad side of things, but only because she loves when things turn out better than expected. She has dark black curly short hair. Her curls are very defined and rare but only because she spends a half an hour on it every day. She grunted out loud and sat still continuing to stare.

"Don't do it." Imogen smirked while she continued to stare at her book. I looked at her and giggled. Imogen and Rachel were best friends and Imogen always made fun of her friend for her constant habits. The two were complete opposites. While Rachel was dark skinned, Imogen had milky white skin. Rachel's hair was short, dark and incredibly curly while Imogen's was long, dirty blonde and wavy. Rachel was a pessimist and Imogen was an optimist. The biggest different would have to be style choices. Rachel wore safe clothes, meaning plain shirts and cardigans. Imogen, on the other hand, lived to wear fashionable designs. The students at Hogwarts were so used to her fashion sense that it became her trademark and only she could pull it off. Whenever someone would wear something even remotely similar to her style, people would say, "You look like Imogen."

Rachel grunted and opened her book again. "Really?" She said to her book.

"I can't take it anymore?" Alice yelled out loud while laughing. "What happened?" Alice was the sweetest in the group. She had very short hair and a pixie like face. While other girls are gorgeous, Alice was cute. She was always smiling and was always there to listen. She was also incredibly nosy, which was why she was always the first to give in when it involved Rachel's habit.

Dorcas, Imogen, and I laughed out loud while Rachel began to speak.

"Well, I just think that Buttercup could have easily gone for the prince. He is rich." She smiled as she finally let go what she had been thinking. Imogen stared at her best friend unbelievingly before beginning an argument about the story. Alice, Dorcas, and I shrugged and continued a conversation together.

"That helped my nerves." I said while containing my laughter.

"What nerves Lily, you are going to do great!" Dorcas said while snacking on her chocolate frogs. Chocolate was Miss. Meadows weakness. For someone who is so skinny, she spends more of her time eating her favorite food. Quidditch has kept her from incredible obesity. She constantly brings that up as a joke on herself. Dorcas is known as one of the boys when it comes to the Quidditch team. She, along with Alice, can get along with almost anyone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I muttered as I looked at my watch again. I was counting the minutes until I would be standing in the prefect cabin and beginning my job as Head Girl. A crazy year is ahead of me.

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