It Could be Worse
By SarcasmIsAnArt
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but Camrin!
Authors note: I am doing this for my own enjoyment really. Review if you want. But no pressure. Sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes! Now on to the story.
Prologue
You know how on some days you think your life could not get any worse. Because in your mind it really cant, because anything truly worse could never actually happen to you. I was lucky, but it took me too long to realize it. My parents did not beat me, we were not poor, and I had good friends. Sure, I had troubles, but who doesn't? No, my life couldn't get any worse because I felt that my parents loved my sister more, I assumed it was because I was the witch and they were all non-magic. Really they didn't love Kersey more, just understood her better. I mean who would you chose, pink loving 4 year old or raging-going-thru-self-discovery 17-year-old teenager. Yah I would have chosen the 4 year old too. I was fighting with my best friend Sandra, the most popular girl at Salem's All Girl School for Witchcraft, so at the moment I felt like the least popular. The boy I had a crush on at Salem's brother school made fun of me in front of everybody and to top it off I hadn't gotten what I wanted for my 17 birthday. The birthday that was most important in my mind, because I was legal in the wizarding world. The one thing I had asked for, I didn't get. When my mom wondered what was wrong, I blew up. When my mother asked "What makes this birthday so important dear?" trying to understand me. I told her it was the one I turned legal in. "But not in our world honey". My mom said. My reply was simple and cruel "In the one that matters it does". I didn't turn to see her reaction, I just stormed out. I new that was risky, even in my rage. Lord Voldemort had risen a few months ago. I should have been more careful. However, his followers hadn't been too active in the USA, or anywhere other England really. I just walked, and walked, and you guessed it, kept walking.
When I finally returned home at 5 am, no wait it was 5:05, I'll never forget that. I wonder why that stands out so much in my memory. I saw a mark hanging over my house that was unusual to me, one I had only read about in books. The dark mark. I ran in, hoping that they had missed them maybe, I dono really. But no they were dead, all of them. And the last thing I had said to my mother…I will never forgive myself for that. I did the only thing someone as insane, angry and stunned as I would do, I decided I would just have to kill the fagot my self. Lord Voldimort that is, screw the boy who lived, I would do it myself. And that's how I ended up in London looking for the headquarters for the most powerful order fighting the Dark Lord, I wasn't going to go to just any order, no sir I was going to the biggest one The Order of the Phinxe. I meant business. Did I mention it rains a lot in London? I'm really wet right now. Why again did they make this place so damned had to find? Well not counting keeping my best buddy Voldemort from finding it. Talk about discouraging joining. If I wasn't bent on kicking Dr. Evil of the Wizarding worlds ass I would have given up weeks ago….damn rain.