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Prologue:
How do I explain this to anyone? No one would understand. To them I'm just the ugly, stuck up, know-it-all, bookworm, sidekick, brains, and friend of the great Harry Potter. I know I'm nothing special but don't I deserve to be loved for me as a person? Shouldn't I be loved, or at least cared for because of who I am and not what I can do? All my life the only affection I was received was so I would do something for someone. I take care of everybody else, but who takes care of me? No one.
If people knew what my life was really like would things be any different? I don't know. I'm too afraid to tell anyone because I'm afraid of the unpredictable outcome of taking said course of action. I do however, have the courage to write it down and hide it away to one day be read years from now and then discarded.
The stories you may have heard about me are nothing but the retelling of the façade of my life. My name is Hermione Jane Granger, and this is the true account of my time at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Standing through an open door way,
Sick feeling out of place People walking by ignore me,
I want to turn and run away,
So I turn and away I close my eyes,
And I disappear from here to
My sanctuary,
My hide away,
My secret window,
Nobody can see me when I disappear into my place,
My complications,
My fantasies,
My destinations,
Never going to let you get into my head it's my Sanctuary. . .
Sanctuary, Alana Grace
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