AN:Something random I came up with in my Earth Science class. It sucks, but I don't want to keep it in my notebook. R&R please.

Her blue eyes were all she could think about. Her best friend's laugh was enough to make her smile. Her smile was the last thought that was in her mind when she fell asleep at night. She knew that she never had a chance, but she could always have hope. She always thought she would have a chance, but lately, it seemed as if her best friend was only---

"No, no, no." I shook my head and crumple dup the piece of notebook paper. Sighing, I tossed the paper into the small trash bin beside my bed.

Today's Saturday morning, and I have absolutely nothing to do. I tried to write something to type, but I just couldn't get the emotions I had onto he paper.

Nearly four years ago, I discovered something on the internet…and it was NOT porn.

I found this one site called Harrypotterfanfiction.c.om

I used to be a Harry Potter fan.

A HUGE one.

But, now, I'm just a BIG one.

I love the books, and I just love to read them over and over.

So, one day, I was on the internet, just looking up stuff, and I found this website on a search engine.

To my amazement, I found thousands of stories posted. All of them about a Harry Potter character. And, get this, all were written by people you meet every day. Ordinary people who love to write.

Cool, huh?

I read story after story.

Ahem, I mean fanfic.

I thought it was so awesome!

Soon, I began to feel so happy when someone would post a new chapter to a story I just read.

Everyday, after school, I would go home and get on the computer.

Read fan fiction for a couple hours, go to the beach, come home, eat dinner, and read at least one chapter before going to bed.

This was the cycle of my life for the next 2 years.

Sometimes, I would get in trouble with my parents, but not usually since it meant that I couldn't get on the computer.

My life became a big blur.

Fic after fic.

I kept reading, day after day.

Soon, it became routine and, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break it.

Oliver tried to help me, but even he couldn't fix it.

I was addicted, I knew that much.

But how do you get rid of one addiction?

Start another one, of course.

My addiction has a name.

A very, very, wonderful name.

And a beautiful smile.

And soft, brown hair.

I could go on and on.

But to sum it all up in one word:

Miley.