ok I've re-done all my chaps with the help of my lovely new beta. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except Jess, Anna, and Katherine.
This is my first story so please don't kill me if it is set up wrong or soemthing
Chapter I-The first meeting
She looked around, making sure no Muggles were watching. She took a deep breath and ran straight towards the brick wall. Since she had never done it before, she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. When no impact came she opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.
There was a huge scarlet train with smoke billowing out of it. But, surprisingly, there were no people at all. She had expected that the place would be packed, but instead it looked almost deserted.
She looked at her watch and realized that she only had 30 seconds until the train departed. Crud! she thought. I'm going to be late! If only her trunk weren't so heavy! She managed to lift it and ran as fast as she could towards the train. God, it weighed a TON! What had she put in it?!
She managed to get to the door of the train and jump in right as the train sped away. But, clumsily as usual, she tripped and did a somersault with the bag. She somehow ended up with the bag on top of her. How was it that the rest of the population seemed able to make it through the day without totally wiping out and she fell at least once an hour? Life is so unfair sometimes! She groaned and tried to push the trunk off of her.
Just then a pale boy with sandy brown hair happened to be walking by. "Want some help with that?" he asked. Before she could reply, he had taken the demon-bag off of her, and held out his hand to help her up.
"Who said I wanted your help?" she snapped. This was what she did every time someone tried to be friendly towards her. She retracted into this cold, heartless shell. She knew he was only trying to help her, but she didn't trust anyone. She had lived in an orphanage or with foster parents ever since she was a year old. All they knew about her was her name, Jasmine Jesse Hadley. Jess had learned at an early age never to trust your foster parents; they always ended up sending you back anyway. She had lived with 16 sets of foster parents and they all ended the same way--disaster.
The boy looked dumbstruck and shook his head in confusion. "I was doing fine on my own." she added menacingly…Just like I always do. She added bitterly in her head.
"I--I w--was just—," the sandy-haired boy managed to stutter in reply.
"I know," She replied, cutting him off. "Now, why don't you just go find your friends and LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled.
He stood up and left hurriedly, without glancing back. Well that's taken care of, Jess thought to herself proudly. Another potential friend scared off. It would have only hurt me anyway.