Sam Javors
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: This is a birthday present to one of my friends in Band. So everyone say Happy Birthday to her! Her birthday is next month, but it'll take awhile for me to write this! Since I'm on Harry Potter kick right now, it's going to be a random-girl-goes-into-the-Harry-Potter-world! Yeah! So, if you hate insane stories, don't read! The characters will appear in the 2nd chapter, so just skip to that if you want to get straight to the action. Everyone review and say happy birthday to my pal! I'm giving this story and the reviews to her at band camp (her birthday) so no flames, please!
Also Note: I have not had sleep in 19 hours
Disclaimer: 'Harry Potter' belongs to J.K. Rowlings
Chapter 1: The HP Wish
Sam Javors was leading a pretty happy life. She had a good boyfriend, she was pretty, had plenty of companions, was intelligent, blahblahblah....it was sickening. If she was a figment of imagination, and was put into a fanfiction story, she would definitely be a Mary Sue, without the tragic past. She even made the golf team sound fun!
Sam had a kind personality, and she tried to befriend who she could. And this year, she got the position of Flute Section Leader, so she had to do this whether she wanted to or not anyways, right?
One of the people she befriended was a trombone player, named Rebekah. She was shy to some people, or just scary to others. Rebekah was really shy around Sam in person, but on-line she was extremely perverted. Sam did not give up on Rebekah though, no matter how irresolute she seemed to be, which made her happy.
Sam and Rebekah were in Band, and Sam had really good luck in band, getting section leader and into the top band, and being really outgoing with the often cruel and petulant band members. Rebekah was the exact opposite, with failure everywhere you turned. So that was why Rebekah was extremely sullen and dilapidated on a random day. She had finally had enough.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" Rebekah yelled at her section in class.
"I just said I practiced for 3 hours last night," said Harrison, who was funny yet mean, "I thought that's what you WANTED, you bipolar freak."
Mr. Clark, the band director, cleared his throat, and glared at the trombone section. His eyes were full of fire, like he wanted to kill them, and since Rebekah was principal player, it was automatically her fault, and he hexed her in his mind. He laughed evilly, because his band director powers made everything he wanted to come true. Unfortunately, this hex was not very thought out well, because he was up the previous night reading on how you can yell more efficiently at people.
After school, Sam was hanging out with friends in the band room, while Rebekah was in the band room waiting for some random band event to happen. Sam went over to Rebekah, and they talked for a little bit. As usual, Sam was flawless, except for a piece of hair on her sleeve. The popular band kids pondered on why she was conversing with an obviously weird kid who was in theater. Unless you were absolutely perfect at band like Ellen Johnson, an oboe/bass clarinet/clarinet/tenor sax/baritone/sousaphone/low brass assistant section leader/band captain, being in theater or chorus was a big no-no in band.
Anyways, as Sam said goodbye, she gave Rebekah a high-five, and the piece of hair got on Rebekah's shirt. Sam went to dance around with Kayla, her best friend and drum major, while Rebekah put on her CD player, and started singing, which annoyed the crap out of everyone else.
"HOW DO THEY EXPECT US TO WRITE A BOOK REPORT OF ANY QUALITY IN JUST TWO DAYS?! HOW CAN THEY CONSPIRE TO MAKE LIFE SO MISERABLE AND SO EFFECTIVELY IN SO MANY WAYS!?!" she sang. It was the only depressing song she could find, since she left her 'Rent' and 'Little Shop of Horrors' CD at home, and all she had was the 'You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown' CD, which was EXTREMELY happy. Richie and Kyle Bauer smirked and started laughing at her and their admirers followed.
Mr. Clark came up to Rebekah and said, "Rebekah, you did not get the triangle solo because the fifth grader who didn't really want it and is pretty perverted got it. He has great potential, and frankly, I don't think you would be very good at the triangle solo, because it takes people of greatness to play the triangle solo with the three quarter notes. So sorry!"
Rebekah stood up and stalked off to a practice room. She had DEFINITELY had enough.
"I need to escape this horrible life I have! I will end it all by....GOING TO THE HARRY POTTER WORLD! Only.....I don't know how....," she said frowning again.
"I will help you!" said a mysterious voice.
"Huh? Who? Wha?" the trombone player shrieked.
"Yeah yeah yeah, this is like, like, like, like, your fairy godmother, and like, like, like, yeah, like, like, like, like, like, TOTALLY! And like, like, like, well, like, I'm like, like, TOTALLY here to like, grant your wish! Aren't I smart? Oh yeah, I'm like invisible and like totally blind! So yeah, like, to like grant your wish you have to like take this bottle and put a hair or nail in it and like, your wish will like, come true! Like totally! Like, like YEAH! So like, DO IT! Oh yeah, and like the only reason why I am allowed to do this is because like your director like, wants to get rid of you! So like, yeah! So it like, works out totally!"
She disappeared, and a bottle hit Rebekah in the eye, breaking her glasses. She grumbled and wondered why she had to get a fairy godmother who was so retarded. However, she was glad she would put her out of her misery, and grabbed a random hair from her shirt (cause she sheds a lot of hair) and smacked it in the bottle, and laughed evilly, for she would finally be able to escape. She held up the bottle for five minutes before realizing that it wasn't doing anything, and that was only because Shay, the number one trombone player in the school, was kicking her out so he could practice.
Rebekah was so unhappy, because she really wanted to go to the Harry Potter world and not have to worry about band. She miserably walked out of the small practice room, and found everyone crying.
Sam Javors was gone!
A/N: I hope you liked it, and please note that I made everyone a little extreme for dramatic purposes! ! It'll get better, I promise!
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: This is a birthday present to one of my friends in Band. So everyone say Happy Birthday to her! Her birthday is next month, but it'll take awhile for me to write this! Since I'm on Harry Potter kick right now, it's going to be a random-girl-goes-into-the-Harry-Potter-world! Yeah! So, if you hate insane stories, don't read! The characters will appear in the 2nd chapter, so just skip to that if you want to get straight to the action. Everyone review and say happy birthday to my pal! I'm giving this story and the reviews to her at band camp (her birthday) so no flames, please!
Also Note: I have not had sleep in 19 hours
Disclaimer: 'Harry Potter' belongs to J.K. Rowlings
Chapter 1: The HP Wish
Sam Javors was leading a pretty happy life. She had a good boyfriend, she was pretty, had plenty of companions, was intelligent, blahblahblah....it was sickening. If she was a figment of imagination, and was put into a fanfiction story, she would definitely be a Mary Sue, without the tragic past. She even made the golf team sound fun!
Sam had a kind personality, and she tried to befriend who she could. And this year, she got the position of Flute Section Leader, so she had to do this whether she wanted to or not anyways, right?
One of the people she befriended was a trombone player, named Rebekah. She was shy to some people, or just scary to others. Rebekah was really shy around Sam in person, but on-line she was extremely perverted. Sam did not give up on Rebekah though, no matter how irresolute she seemed to be, which made her happy.
Sam and Rebekah were in Band, and Sam had really good luck in band, getting section leader and into the top band, and being really outgoing with the often cruel and petulant band members. Rebekah was the exact opposite, with failure everywhere you turned. So that was why Rebekah was extremely sullen and dilapidated on a random day. She had finally had enough.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" Rebekah yelled at her section in class.
"I just said I practiced for 3 hours last night," said Harrison, who was funny yet mean, "I thought that's what you WANTED, you bipolar freak."
Mr. Clark, the band director, cleared his throat, and glared at the trombone section. His eyes were full of fire, like he wanted to kill them, and since Rebekah was principal player, it was automatically her fault, and he hexed her in his mind. He laughed evilly, because his band director powers made everything he wanted to come true. Unfortunately, this hex was not very thought out well, because he was up the previous night reading on how you can yell more efficiently at people.
After school, Sam was hanging out with friends in the band room, while Rebekah was in the band room waiting for some random band event to happen. Sam went over to Rebekah, and they talked for a little bit. As usual, Sam was flawless, except for a piece of hair on her sleeve. The popular band kids pondered on why she was conversing with an obviously weird kid who was in theater. Unless you were absolutely perfect at band like Ellen Johnson, an oboe/bass clarinet/clarinet/tenor sax/baritone/sousaphone/low brass assistant section leader/band captain, being in theater or chorus was a big no-no in band.
Anyways, as Sam said goodbye, she gave Rebekah a high-five, and the piece of hair got on Rebekah's shirt. Sam went to dance around with Kayla, her best friend and drum major, while Rebekah put on her CD player, and started singing, which annoyed the crap out of everyone else.
"HOW DO THEY EXPECT US TO WRITE A BOOK REPORT OF ANY QUALITY IN JUST TWO DAYS?! HOW CAN THEY CONSPIRE TO MAKE LIFE SO MISERABLE AND SO EFFECTIVELY IN SO MANY WAYS!?!" she sang. It was the only depressing song she could find, since she left her 'Rent' and 'Little Shop of Horrors' CD at home, and all she had was the 'You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown' CD, which was EXTREMELY happy. Richie and Kyle Bauer smirked and started laughing at her and their admirers followed.
Mr. Clark came up to Rebekah and said, "Rebekah, you did not get the triangle solo because the fifth grader who didn't really want it and is pretty perverted got it. He has great potential, and frankly, I don't think you would be very good at the triangle solo, because it takes people of greatness to play the triangle solo with the three quarter notes. So sorry!"
Rebekah stood up and stalked off to a practice room. She had DEFINITELY had enough.
"I need to escape this horrible life I have! I will end it all by....GOING TO THE HARRY POTTER WORLD! Only.....I don't know how....," she said frowning again.
"I will help you!" said a mysterious voice.
"Huh? Who? Wha?" the trombone player shrieked.
"Yeah yeah yeah, this is like, like, like, like, your fairy godmother, and like, like, like, yeah, like, like, like, like, like, TOTALLY! And like, like, like, well, like, I'm like, like, TOTALLY here to like, grant your wish! Aren't I smart? Oh yeah, I'm like invisible and like totally blind! So yeah, like, to like grant your wish you have to like take this bottle and put a hair or nail in it and like, your wish will like, come true! Like totally! Like, like YEAH! So like, DO IT! Oh yeah, and like the only reason why I am allowed to do this is because like your director like, wants to get rid of you! So like, yeah! So it like, works out totally!"
She disappeared, and a bottle hit Rebekah in the eye, breaking her glasses. She grumbled and wondered why she had to get a fairy godmother who was so retarded. However, she was glad she would put her out of her misery, and grabbed a random hair from her shirt (cause she sheds a lot of hair) and smacked it in the bottle, and laughed evilly, for she would finally be able to escape. She held up the bottle for five minutes before realizing that it wasn't doing anything, and that was only because Shay, the number one trombone player in the school, was kicking her out so he could practice.
Rebekah was so unhappy, because she really wanted to go to the Harry Potter world and not have to worry about band. She miserably walked out of the small practice room, and found everyone crying.
Sam Javors was gone!
A/N: I hope you liked it, and please note that I made everyone a little extreme for dramatic purposes! ! It'll get better, I promise!