I was fed up. My sister always got the best looking ones. Her long, black hair fell graciously down to her waist and her figure was so delicate and petite. There was always something about her that made her stand out from the crowd. If anyone would talk to me at a party, it would be to ask where my sister was or, "Where is the bathroom please?"

I remember the one time I was sitting on the wall outside, I was staring up and the deep blue sky wondering what it would be like to ride a shooting star. Of course it was childish, but I didn't really care. Bella was getting all worked up about this Christmas party we were having at the weekend. Her challenge would be how many handsome boys she could talk to in one night. I, on the other hand paid no interest in it whatsoever. I remember thinking how it would just be another one of those parties where you wouldn't know anyone there, yet you still had to be nice. It sickened me.
I wish I had been more involved the party that was coming up, because it was that night where everything changed…


There was a knock at my door. It was 9 am and all the guests weren't arriving until gone 11 but my mother, being who she was, had to be picky.

"Are you up?" ...pause… "I SAID ARE YOU UP? IF NOT … WHY NOT?"

I had been awake for hours but I just wanted to lie there and let the duvet swallow me. Who in there right mind would actually want to spend their whole day entertaining strangers? I knew that if I didn't answer quickly the door would either get severely dented or would collapse completely.

"I'm getting up mother. I will be down in 10 minutes." I groaned. I knew I should have given my self a bit longer.

"Make it 5 minutes … That's more like it ... oh and wear that pretty black dress your father and I got you last Christmas." I couldn't help but grimace. I never actually planned to where that. It was hideous. There was a black bow at the back and it looked so childish. I was too tired to argue so I slowly got dressed.

Once I had finished the chore of getting changed I headed down stairs knowing exactly what I would find … a nicely decorated, yet spotless house. That was indeed how I found the house and it created an uncomfortable atmosphere. No one wanted to touch anything just in case of leaving finger prints.

Having not properly woken up, I decided that before I was routed in to getting the place ready, I would go and have a bit of a sit down in the Living Room. I was then greeted by Bellatrix…

"Morning Cissy … you know what?? You look like you could have done with staying in bed… after all; a party is never really your place… is it?" A smug grin appeared across her face and immediately every emotion in my body that was telling me to be sleepy suddenly left me. I was not going to be spoken to like that!

"I'll have you know that I am not tired and I am looking forward to this party. It'll be the first time in your life that you will want to be me! Everyone will look at me! NOT YOU … ME!" She sniggered.

"…For all the wrong reasons."

I like parties just as much as the next person to come along and you are a vain, stuck up cow!" I stormed out of the room and went straight to my room determined to make my self gorgeous. Not that I had to try very hard of course. I did it so that half of my straight, blond hair hung down my back and the rest was curled up in sections and clipped with little black butterflies that matched my dress. I looked at my clock at it said 10:30. I was surprised that a girl could take that long on her hair. Realising that mother would be anxious; I thought I'd head down stairs. I knew I was kidding myself. I knew I wouldn't actually enjoy this!

The doorbell rang. My mother was panicking.

"The Trifle isn't ready! AHH! Someone let them in will you!" I was already standing at the bottom of the stairs facing the big black door. I thought I might as well get it. I felt my self turning into an adult as I reached for the door knob. I have no idea what it was but whatever it was, it was certainly a revelation.

I slowly opened the door and there stood Abraxus and Belvina .I recognised them from the last party we hosted. I recalled my mother forcing me to get to know them. She said it would help my social skills. Me, being the nice person I am smiled sweetly, offered to take there coasts and welcomed them in. I pointed to where my mother was and they soon went through the door on the left and I heard numerous amounts of muttering. There, in the door way stood the most handsome boy I had ever met. Then I offered to take his coat as well. It just wanted to be the perfect host. Then came the most embarrassing moment of my life…

"Sorry… but … erm … I'm not wearing a coat."