Hello there!

We (yes we) wanted to point out a few things before you delve into our story. First, this is being written by two people. Hannah and Jamie. We decided we wanted to collab on a story, and this channel was born.

We will switch off on writing chapters, so this first chapter is written by Hannah. Then next chapter will be written by Jamie.

We plan on updating every wednesday(: And if you would like to see a cover for this story, as well as an intro/promo, you can go to hannnah's youtube channel (mysecretlife17).

That's enough rambling for now.

Enjoy!


A howling wind ripples through a cold and unforgivable rain as it pounds into the earth. If weather had a voice, right now it would be screaming sadness. And not just any kind of sadness. No, this was the type that would shake you to your very core. An invisible pain that's only felt by the soul would be pulsing through you, driving you to past the point of breakdown. It was at this moment that two different girls who were in two different places, basked in that sadness as it ran down their shaking bodies.

Lightning flashes in a fit of anger, causing the girls to curl further into themselves. Booming thunder seems to yell as loudly as they are. Well, at least internally. They had grown far too numb by now to remember how to use their words. They had no one to scream at anyhow. Well no one except the rain, but that seemed to be the only thing that truly understood them in that moment. Felt their pain. Wept their tears.

So they stood in silence. Imagining the downpour washing away their troubles.

Though, in all actuality, the storm was too harsh to even consider doing such a thing. Most likely, it was doing the exact opposite. Stirring up mud and leaves to gunk up their minds.

But it felt good to pretend otherwise.

Along with the pretending came clarity. Or, what they decided was clarity. Whether it actually was or not would remain to be seen. But they couldn't concern themselves with that now. All they knew was, they were done.

No matter now hard they tried, nothing would ever change. So why try? They wouldn't. Trying was for fools who had yet to see the truth. The fact that every person in this world could only count on themselves. Every one else always left.

Though, despite their sudden decision, they couldn't keep from asking one question.

Why?

When you sum it all up, every story is about the main characters quest to answer that question. But before you can ask why, you have to ask, what..

That's the question you're probably asking right now. What happened to these girls?

In order to answer that, we have to go back to the beginning.

..

Where did this whole thing start again?

..

Hmm..

Oh yes!

With a seemingly harmless game between two best friends.


*six months earlier*

~Isaboe~

"Izzy! I'm dying!"

"No, you're not," I sigh, continuing to read.

"Oi! You could at least look up from your book to check! What if I really am dying?!" She protests, fake hurt in her voice.

Breathing in the freshly cut grass, I smirked. Setting the book down in my lap, my head turns to see a frustrated and rather bored looking Electra, sprawled out on the limb of a tree. "Electra, you're homework is not going to kill you,"

"You don't know that! History of Magic very well may be the death of me!" She exclaims as she flings her text book around.

"Uh huh," Raising my brow, I look back to my book.

"I can see the headlines now," She begins, jumping down from the tree.

"Here we go," My eyes roll as I suppress a laugh.

"Death by Homework! Local Girl Killed by History of Magic!" Electra dramatizes.

"I'll make sure to add that to your headstone," My lips have formed a full smile by now. I hear Electra give a soft laugh as she lays down next to me on her stomach.

"Seriously though, we've only been here for two weeks and professor evil is already assigning a butt ton of homework. I think this is the year I am going to die," She groans, picking at the grass.

"Oh come on, it isn't that bad,"

"Easy for you to say! Professor Binns actually likes you!"

"He would like you too if you weren't so-"

"Beautiful? Bloody brilliant? Smarter than he is?"

"-apathetic,"

"Oi!" She scoffs, throwing some of the grass she has uprooted at me. I just laugh and it's only a second before she joins me, knowing I'm right.

"Alright little miss sunshine, next time I'm in class I'll make sure to add lots of smiles,"

"Little miss sunshine?" I laugh. She shrugs, a smile on her face. Shaking my head, I throw grass back at her. As soon as it leaves my hand, she is returning fire and an all out grass throwing war is started. A few people passing by looked at us like we were crazy, but we didn't care. We knew we were strange and embraced it.

Soon, we are both laughing too hard to think straight.

"My-" giggles "-stomach-" more giggles "-hurts!" Electra says as she tries to breath. Her attempts to talk, laugh, and breath at the same time causes her face to twist into the funniest thing I've ever seen, which just provokes more laughing from me.

"Stop!" I laugh, though it comes out more like sto-o-opp. "That face!"

She tries to glare at me but realizes her face just gets more distorted, so she gives up and proceeds to laugh harder.

It takes us a good 20 minutes to finally calm down.

"Well, if people at this school didn't think we were crazy before, they sure do now," Electra chuckles.

"I think we past crazy, and shot right to insane,"

"Can I please marry you?" Electra jokes, turning over on her back.

"As long as I get to be the wife,"

"Fine by me. Wives have to wear the dresses. Not my thing. Now go make me a sandwich,"

"I want a divorce,"

More laughter ensues.

"Alright, I have to get to class," I stuff my book back in my bag before standing up. Electra suddenly gets a strange look on her face. Something mixed with confusion and slight frustration.

"What's wrong?" I ask, brushing the grass off my pants.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something,"

"Maybe you left it up it that tree,"

She eyes me, confused.

"Your brain," I grin.

"haha very funny," She smirks, though it quickly turns into a dawning realization. "Crap,"

"What?"

"Quiddich practice!" She springs up, trying to get her stuff together as possible. "Draco's gonna kill me!" I hear her yell as she runs off.

"It was nice knowing ya!"


I hope you liked it!

I know it hasn't delved much into the story yet, but I promise we have alot planned out!

Don't forget to leave a review and let us know what you think!

The next chapter will be up next wednesday! ^^

Bye!

-Hannah