Disclaimer: I'm sitting in a crappy house writing stories to fill the void of pain that a childhood of bird-eating and games of poke-the-homeless-man have left in my warm, lively heart. DO YOU REALLY THINK I OWN HARRY POTTER?
I hope you enjoy this story. I'd really love feedback, like... what you thought, what was good, what was bad. For the sake of leveling up my writing skills and my ego :D Something more than "This is interesting, can't wait for next chapter, keep writing, love love love". Srsly. That gets old xD.
Right now, I'm sitting in a plastic chair, handcuffed, with my Dad crying in front of a police officer that glares like a bulldog. The principle is trying to gain control, but the students are pushing to see what's happening. I have blood all over the front of my shirt and face, and only some of it's mine. So, all in all, this looks really incriminating and call me naive, but I thought shit like this only happened in stories.
See, I really thought that if I had been more careful, I could have avoided all of this. We've moved so many times, and dad can't really afford another cover-up. But that's where agent Garric comes in. He makes sure that whenever something... like this happens, nothing goes awry. I dissappear.
This time it won't work, though. I don't want to dissappear.
Alright, so you're probably scratching your head and wondering what exactly is going on. I'll tell you right now, whatever weird nonsense your brain's coming up with is probably incorrect. Even if I told you why I was in this situation, you probably wouldn't believe me. Not alot of people do.
...But maybe... if we started from the beginning, your mind may be open enough to comprehend why exactly I'm smiling while so many around are in tears. I look like an arsehole, but such is the price of living.
So, basically, in order for you to judge me unbiasly, I have to give you months and months of my story. I'll tell you that my favorite food is ramen and cheesepuffs. You'll also come to know that the closest person to my heart, besides the obvious, is my little brother, Teddy. He was my dad's child before he and the Old Man got hot and bothered. His mum's out of the picture, like mine is. I'm allergic to peanuts, and I have a pet timber wolf. Admittedly not the most normal pet in the world, but as you can tell, I'm not the most normal of people in the world. Her name is Harley, and she's the sweetest thing on Aakesh's Green Earth.
I also have a tendency to use occult terms to freak people out.
It's a Harry thing. You wouldn't understand.
I lived in America last year, before we got here. It was weird, all the eccentric people you meet. Not that I'm any kind to talk.
Where were we?
Oh. Right. Why I'm smiling... and handcuffed.
Well, like I mentioned before my mind drifted- I have to start months and months ago. The beginning of the end, and the start of something frightening and beautiful.
So anyway ._. THE CHAPTERS WILL GET LONGER O:
Let me know what you think! I really want to go far with this story, and those of you who know me as an author know that I have a bad habbit of not finishing things, so I need encouragement like a bitch. If I find that enough people like this story, I'll try harder than I usually do to find time to write for it. I'm really swamped with being lazy this week, and barely found time to write THIS ;D.
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-Badger