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My Angel
Just look at him. Perfect. He's everything I've ever dreamed about. My breathing started to get shallow; my heart began to race; I could feel my face burning, but I could not tear my eyes away from him. He looked like an angel, more like he was an angel. Of course, it made no difference; he wasn't my angel. He would never be my angel.
Stupid girl. Pull yourself together. You're making an idiot of yourself. Staring like some psycho pervert, yeah, that will really get him to love you. I looked towards the fire and fought back tears. Somehow, looking at him always made me so happy and so depressed all at once.
We had just won the Quidditch final against Slytherin and of course, being the twins last year and last Quidditch game, they had to make the after party unforgettable.
"Karaoke time!" yelled George (or Fred, I never could tell then apart). Karaoke? Oh my, this is going to be interesting.
Then, I saw him pick up the mike. A song started playing; I recognized it as Shaggy's "Angel." Oh how perfectly fitting. "Girl, you're my angel. You're my darling, angel. Closer than my peeps, you are to me, baby. Shorty, you're my angel; you're my darling, angel. Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady," he sang. He has such a beautiful voice, if he could only be singing to me.
He continued to sing, but started walking into the crowd of his friends, right towards me. I couldn't help it. My eyes wouldn't leave his. Time slowed down. I swear to you that the few seconds that it took for him to reach me took all eternity. But, he hit the spot where I was sitting and continued walking. I snapped my head around. I'm going to kill her. I swear, whoever she is, is going to have a slow and painful death. Then, he stopped. He was singing to Ginny. Figures. Of all the dirty, rotten.forget this. I'm done! He sat down, put his arm around her, and finished the song.
People were clapping and yelling cat calls. I just stared at her morbidly. She was looking around happily, until her eyes met mine. She looked down shamefully, then back up at me almost pleading for forgiveness. Rage filled my face, but was quickly replaced with terrible pain and sadness.
My throat burned and my eyes were brimming with tears. I slowly got up and walked away. With every step, I quickened my pace. Soon, I was sprinting to the Prefect's bathroom.
I rummaged through the drawers until I found a razor blade. What's that line from Romeo and Juliet? Oh happy dagger.how ironic. Romeo is sitting with Juliet's best friend, while Juliet commits suicide. At least the real Juliet got to have an angel. Now, I'm closer to being an angel, than having one. Blood and tears stained the floor. I shook my head and screamed in pain. Then, everything went black. Goodbye, my angel.
My Angel
Just look at him. Perfect. He's everything I've ever dreamed about. My breathing started to get shallow; my heart began to race; I could feel my face burning, but I could not tear my eyes away from him. He looked like an angel, more like he was an angel. Of course, it made no difference; he wasn't my angel. He would never be my angel.
Stupid girl. Pull yourself together. You're making an idiot of yourself. Staring like some psycho pervert, yeah, that will really get him to love you. I looked towards the fire and fought back tears. Somehow, looking at him always made me so happy and so depressed all at once.
We had just won the Quidditch final against Slytherin and of course, being the twins last year and last Quidditch game, they had to make the after party unforgettable.
"Karaoke time!" yelled George (or Fred, I never could tell then apart). Karaoke? Oh my, this is going to be interesting.
Then, I saw him pick up the mike. A song started playing; I recognized it as Shaggy's "Angel." Oh how perfectly fitting. "Girl, you're my angel. You're my darling, angel. Closer than my peeps, you are to me, baby. Shorty, you're my angel; you're my darling, angel. Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady," he sang. He has such a beautiful voice, if he could only be singing to me.
He continued to sing, but started walking into the crowd of his friends, right towards me. I couldn't help it. My eyes wouldn't leave his. Time slowed down. I swear to you that the few seconds that it took for him to reach me took all eternity. But, he hit the spot where I was sitting and continued walking. I snapped my head around. I'm going to kill her. I swear, whoever she is, is going to have a slow and painful death. Then, he stopped. He was singing to Ginny. Figures. Of all the dirty, rotten.forget this. I'm done! He sat down, put his arm around her, and finished the song.
People were clapping and yelling cat calls. I just stared at her morbidly. She was looking around happily, until her eyes met mine. She looked down shamefully, then back up at me almost pleading for forgiveness. Rage filled my face, but was quickly replaced with terrible pain and sadness.
My throat burned and my eyes were brimming with tears. I slowly got up and walked away. With every step, I quickened my pace. Soon, I was sprinting to the Prefect's bathroom.
I rummaged through the drawers until I found a razor blade. What's that line from Romeo and Juliet? Oh happy dagger.how ironic. Romeo is sitting with Juliet's best friend, while Juliet commits suicide. At least the real Juliet got to have an angel. Now, I'm closer to being an angel, than having one. Blood and tears stained the floor. I shook my head and screamed in pain. Then, everything went black. Goodbye, my angel.