Our story starts Sunday, August 6. an interesting start to the story of me. August 6, 9:00 am, two days before my eleventh birthday. A day of change, a special age when I suppose that everything started to change. And for an odd little girl with a troubled past change was something I was quite familiar with.I guess you could say that from the start I was always the odd one out. Too smart, too nerdy, no friends, cussing too much, and attitude problem, then finally absolutly these titles meant everything to me. I wanted to be judged, praised, but then the terms became hurtful and the bad luck started to kick in especially with all the mean pureblooded kids around. Did it matter to them I was a pureblood too, no, of course not.I was always just stupid Annie Apolo, the girl with no friends until him.
I had two move miles away to an old manor house to make my first friend. A spoilt pureblood boy who couldn't even tye his own shoes. His name was James you can imagine getting friend, made me slightly kinder, psycho-er, slightly less cynical (slightly) blah blah blah blah...yeah I wasn't really listening to my mother (bless her soul) when she explained it to me.
Now, here's what happened...