Disclaimer: I am JK, I am rich, I am the best fantasy fiction writer, and I am sitting back waiting for the realease of my major works completion: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. And with my new found freedom I've decided to take up fanficiton, because I am a fan of my own work. (you honestly don't believe me do you?)
Summary: James likes the beautiful, innocent, smart, Lily Evans. When they are named Head Boy and Girl and forced to work together he will discover the true Lily Evans. And his like quickly turns to love. Will her free spirit love him back? No, she can't say those three little words, even if it's how she feel, and when James finds out why, will he understand?
The True Lily
Chapter 1: He Left, but he's still here.
I remember the day my step-dad left, it was three weeks after my seventh birthday. I knew he was leaving some time before that, but it hadn't seemed real until that day. I helped him pack and bought him a going away present, but seeing him in front of his truck that held all his possessions made it real. And I don't even know how, but when he drove away, it was in slow motion. It wasn't just that I thought it was slow motion, or it seemed like slow motion, it WAS slow motion. I wanted to run after him so bad, and run inside and scream for glee at the same time, but I did neither. I never thought I'd miss him like this. Probably because of all the foul things about him my mum stuffed in my head. He had his flaws, sure, but who doesn't? Those "flaws" don't matter to me, I still love him, he's still my dad, and I miss him. But how could he do that? How could he just leave? He knew I loved him! How could he have just left me?
FLASHBACK
"Good Morning All!" Young Lily Evans bounced into the kitchen.
"It's to early for your chipper attitude!" Lily's sister, Petunia, spat.
"Be nice Pen," Lily's mom begged. "It is her special day"
"Oh, And what might that be?" Petunia asked bitterly. All week the family had nagged her about Lily's birthday.
"It's my Birthday, Silly." Lily smiled, to young to understand her sisters sarcasm. Petunia was about to rebut, when their father, Jem, called Lily in. He wanted to give her a present.
Lily came running as fast as her legs could carry her. She halted right in front of the coffee-table. A beautiful box sat on it. It is the perfect size to be? could it be? No way! Lily thought. Lily ran to it, and tore the paper of as gently and quickly as a child can. She lifted the lid off and screamed. It is!
Inside the box sat a beautiful camera. Petunia had gotten one two years ago. Lily wanted it so much. She just didn't understand why Petunia didn't like it.
But that didn't matter now. Now, she had her own. Her father had spent the day teaching her how to use the camera. She was a natural. He was impressed by her eye, the way she saw things just couldn't be explained. He was so happy she had received his gene and talent of photography, Petunia clearly hadn't.
Lily yawned, and looked up. She had fallen asleep outside, in the warm August air. She smelled the stiff air and grabbed an apple of a neighboring tree. She looked up and sighed. It was her last day here. It was possible she would never be here again. The only thing that she held onto here had just gotten married. The memories that plastered her wall inside meant nothing to her, and she didn't want to near that room in the slightest. In fact, she hadn't been in their for the longest time to look at the memories. In fact she hadn't sat in that room and breathed in the happiness and memories in four years. Sure she sat in it every chance she could, but it wasn't to look around and be in her room. It was to escape, and it always seemed to make things worse.
I sit in my room all the time and just look around at it. Not really seeing it, but just feeling that sense that I'm home. And then I go into the hall, and notice their not their, I almost break down every time. When I was told life was hard, I never thought that they meant losing a parent was part of that deal, and for that matter, loosing both. And sometimes I think I have it harder than people who's parent died. Because they have an answer for why they don't see their loved one. So what my reason? Why does my dad not want to see me and my sister? Why must he avoid me? Why do I miss him if he's such an ass? Why does he hate me? And why do I care, after all he put us through? Why do I cry still? Why am I crying again? Why is it that even when he's gone, he's still here. Still very much apart of me?
A/N: I know that it's not the longest chapter, but it's a good start. Now this is important though, it shows you the three writing perspectives this story will be written in. The points where Lily is talking and thinking to herself, the points in time where explanations are going on, and the points that evens are occurring, weather in the past or present.
So tell me what you think? Is it okay, good, amazing, awful, horrible??? What?, clue me in here :)