Disclaimer: The characters are NOT mine!!! I am NOT JK Rowling!!! I do not
own anything.except the plot .and a few bucks.
Chapter 1: Close Call
Today, I knew something was going to happen. Something good. I felt like nothing could ever make me frown again. I was really excited, as I ran through the wall between stations 9 and 10. I was going to meet my friend Arabella in our usual compartment, she told me she had to tell me, or perhaps show me, something important.
I was already running late. I glanced at my watched as I pushed my trunk.
Wrong timing to look at my watch (sounds funny.)
Next thing I know, I'm flat on my face, and my belongings are all scattered on the floor.
"WHY?!?" I exclaimed. I quickly bent down, not paying attention to who I bumped into. I wanted to put all my scattered clothes and knick- knacks back in the trunk before somebody saw something of mine that might embarrass me.
As I checked everything in my trunk, I noticed that the most important thing in the world, or in my life (that is not alive and breathing), was missing.
Brilliant Lily, just plain brilliant.
You just lost the diary that holds all your deepest, darkest secrets. Now, anyone can just find it, pick it up, open it, then.READ IT!!!
"Just brilliant" I said to myself without noticing.
Oh, gosh Lily! Now you're talking to yourself! You really have gone nutters.
Why couldn't I have had the sense to put a lock on it, magical or not!
Breathe in, breathe out!
Don't panic!
It was then that I noticed a pair of legs standing right in front of me the whole time (I was kneeling on the floor). I cautiously looked up to see, none other than the fabulous JAMES POTTER!!! With MY DIARY!!!
This is not happening.
Why him.
Why me.
"Looking for this!" he said with a smirk, holding out my diary for all to see. A crowd started to form around us, and whoa, it's starting to get really hot in here! I'm sweating badly! Could someone get me a cup of water? I feel a lump in my throat.
Horror in my eyes, I spat back in the deadliest tone I could make "GIVE - THAT - BACK!" I stood up to face him.even if my face didn't even reach his. I was a head smaller.okay more, but that's not the point.
"And why should I, Evans? What are you going to do?" he taunted, his cute chocolate brown eyes mischievously sparkled.
Wait
Did I say cute
I couldn't have called a sick, hormone-driven fifteen-year old playboy, who, by the way, is holding MY SACRED NOTEBOOK, and won't give it back.cute?!?
I must've meant puke
That's right. puke chocolate brown eyes! Wait, that doesn't make any sense -
Okay! Now I'm arguing with myself.
Stop it!
"Potter, I need that notebook!" I screamed..sort of. I was on the verge of tears. It was very hard to get heated up when you want to break down.
He didn't budge.
" Please, please, please give my diary back!" I wailed. I know, I'm being sooo pathetic, but if he reads that notebook.
.the notebook that states that I, Lily Evans, like.. him, my life would be ruined. I won't even admit that to Arabella, my BEST friend.
I don't know what happened, I hated him for all those years of taunting and pranking, he hasn't even stopped, but I find that everything he does makes me want to melt.
As I mentioned before..pathetic.
"Hmmm.lets see.." he said, motioning to open the notebook.
"You wouldn't.." I said, not even believing what I said, because he seems like the certain person to do that sort of thing.
I don't even know why I like him. He can be such a jerk.
"Potter, fine! Read it! I'll just tell your mother!" I pointed to a person over his shoulder.
His face looked terrified. I knew the last thing he wanted was to be seen by his mother! Boy, if he got caught doing these sort of things, he'd be in deep trouble.
As he looked away(with great great fear in his eyes, if I might add) I lunged for my diary and pulled it away from his hands.
"SCORE!" I screamed
I was so happy now! I realize that I can get pretty emotional.
Haha, he just stared at me, dumbfounded.
The crowd cheered, enjoying the 'show' and soon went back to their own business.
"Pretty good" he said. "But I never really was going to read it you know. I'm not that prat-ful!" Then he smiled, and walked unto the train, probably off to meet his friends. "See ya later, tomato head!" he called. As his face disappeared unto the train.
I just stood there, staring into space. Such a gentleman, I'll choose to ignore that last line.waitaminute.he didn't even help me with my trunk! Uh! Now I have to find a way to put this heavy thing on board!
Authors Note: What do you think? Please review! I want praise, constructive criticisms.everything..although flames are not exactly welcome. Chappie 2 comin up!
Chapter 1: Close Call
Today, I knew something was going to happen. Something good. I felt like nothing could ever make me frown again. I was really excited, as I ran through the wall between stations 9 and 10. I was going to meet my friend Arabella in our usual compartment, she told me she had to tell me, or perhaps show me, something important.
I was already running late. I glanced at my watched as I pushed my trunk.
Wrong timing to look at my watch (sounds funny.)
Next thing I know, I'm flat on my face, and my belongings are all scattered on the floor.
"WHY?!?" I exclaimed. I quickly bent down, not paying attention to who I bumped into. I wanted to put all my scattered clothes and knick- knacks back in the trunk before somebody saw something of mine that might embarrass me.
As I checked everything in my trunk, I noticed that the most important thing in the world, or in my life (that is not alive and breathing), was missing.
Brilliant Lily, just plain brilliant.
You just lost the diary that holds all your deepest, darkest secrets. Now, anyone can just find it, pick it up, open it, then.READ IT!!!
"Just brilliant" I said to myself without noticing.
Oh, gosh Lily! Now you're talking to yourself! You really have gone nutters.
Why couldn't I have had the sense to put a lock on it, magical or not!
Breathe in, breathe out!
Don't panic!
It was then that I noticed a pair of legs standing right in front of me the whole time (I was kneeling on the floor). I cautiously looked up to see, none other than the fabulous JAMES POTTER!!! With MY DIARY!!!
This is not happening.
Why him.
Why me.
"Looking for this!" he said with a smirk, holding out my diary for all to see. A crowd started to form around us, and whoa, it's starting to get really hot in here! I'm sweating badly! Could someone get me a cup of water? I feel a lump in my throat.
Horror in my eyes, I spat back in the deadliest tone I could make "GIVE - THAT - BACK!" I stood up to face him.even if my face didn't even reach his. I was a head smaller.okay more, but that's not the point.
"And why should I, Evans? What are you going to do?" he taunted, his cute chocolate brown eyes mischievously sparkled.
Wait
Did I say cute
I couldn't have called a sick, hormone-driven fifteen-year old playboy, who, by the way, is holding MY SACRED NOTEBOOK, and won't give it back.cute?!?
I must've meant puke
That's right. puke chocolate brown eyes! Wait, that doesn't make any sense -
Okay! Now I'm arguing with myself.
Stop it!
"Potter, I need that notebook!" I screamed..sort of. I was on the verge of tears. It was very hard to get heated up when you want to break down.
He didn't budge.
" Please, please, please give my diary back!" I wailed. I know, I'm being sooo pathetic, but if he reads that notebook.
.the notebook that states that I, Lily Evans, like.. him, my life would be ruined. I won't even admit that to Arabella, my BEST friend.
I don't know what happened, I hated him for all those years of taunting and pranking, he hasn't even stopped, but I find that everything he does makes me want to melt.
As I mentioned before..pathetic.
"Hmmm.lets see.." he said, motioning to open the notebook.
"You wouldn't.." I said, not even believing what I said, because he seems like the certain person to do that sort of thing.
I don't even know why I like him. He can be such a jerk.
"Potter, fine! Read it! I'll just tell your mother!" I pointed to a person over his shoulder.
His face looked terrified. I knew the last thing he wanted was to be seen by his mother! Boy, if he got caught doing these sort of things, he'd be in deep trouble.
As he looked away(with great great fear in his eyes, if I might add) I lunged for my diary and pulled it away from his hands.
"SCORE!" I screamed
I was so happy now! I realize that I can get pretty emotional.
Haha, he just stared at me, dumbfounded.
The crowd cheered, enjoying the 'show' and soon went back to their own business.
"Pretty good" he said. "But I never really was going to read it you know. I'm not that prat-ful!" Then he smiled, and walked unto the train, probably off to meet his friends. "See ya later, tomato head!" he called. As his face disappeared unto the train.
I just stood there, staring into space. Such a gentleman, I'll choose to ignore that last line.waitaminute.he didn't even help me with my trunk! Uh! Now I have to find a way to put this heavy thing on board!
Authors Note: What do you think? Please review! I want praise, constructive criticisms.everything..although flames are not exactly welcome. Chappie 2 comin up!