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Adronia Brown: Magic Becomith – Chapter 1: The Move
I am not happy that we are moving to England. I honestly don't know why we should be moving to boring old England. I say that England is boring due to the fact there is nothing of interest there for me, where as New York City has Broadway, and California has the Hollywood scene. Father says that this has to do with the fact the ministry needs an ambasadorialship and they asked that he look after some sort of famous celebrity for them, without the person knowign that they are being watched. I'm not sure what kind of famous person it could be, as he's certainly not a famous movie star.
No, I'm not the kind of girl who swoons over guy celebrities, although Macaulay Culken is cute. I'm more interested in the movies. Home Alone for example is a dream scenario for any kid my age, and I wish that I was the one who got to do all those cool things instead of the kid. I sometimes pretend it was me goofing around. I've also seen Pretty Woman – I actually snuck watching that one despite the fact it's rated R, Edward Scissorhands, and that really cool Captain America movie. Tremors, Cry-Baby, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turltes, if the movie was hip, I watched it, and so did my friends.
That's the problem really. I have to say, I dislike the idea that I am leaving my friends. Then again, better that they don't call me a freak, since I happen to know that Mother and Father wasn't very open about their wizardryship when it came to everything that went down. Weird things went down a lot really, and there was this one girl who was always trying to make me seem like some kind of major freak, but I always managed to turn the tables on her, and any other bully which came my way. That said, a freak here is going to be a freak over there.
Yeah, as if people here would put up with me moving things with my mind, and forfet that my hair changes color a lot more then it does over there. Actually though, I wish those things happened to me, as I don't have either one of those abilities. The only thing I've ever done is make sure all my homework assignments are crinkle free for that lame teacher who dislikes a single crease in the homework we turned in. That one girl crumples up my homework, but it always turns out nromal.
Mom though told me we get to go places on this cool knight bus thingy, so I guess not everything is bad. She says it is kind of like an amusement right, but it can't travel across the ocean, so we're stuck taking a blasted portkey. I really dislike that sickening feeling that goes on deep down in my stomach, and wish there was another way to travel. Like, you know, planes. What's wrong with using Muggle travel people? I can't think of reasons why people don't like Muggle things, they tend to make very good movies, and do some pretty amazing things.
Arriving there, my expectations were met. The place is honestly horrible. Let's just say I come to find that we have the rudest, most snottiest neighbors I have ever, if ever seen. Petunia lady thinks she is all that and likes spreading horrid gossip about other ladies. She's a bitch if I ever seen one. And her son, he's a fat little pig, but he's only eleven years old. I want to poke him in the belly to see if he squeals. Actually, I wonder if he would just burst, he is so round, very much like a pinaata.
The father wasn't home, but the cousin lives with them was. My gosh he's cute, and I don't go for movie star guys like my Muggle friends do. I've got this strange urge to marry him when I'm older, and I've got this odd sensation of a wedding, with a very white dress. Actually, a white dress and interruption by terrorists of some kind so that we can go and kick some butt. Did I mention the fact I'm missing the second Terminator movie?
That was an awesome move. Imagine a wedding day, with all of those pretty white flowers, and white dresses. Dresses are okay for weddings, and funerals, and that's it by the way. Anyways, in charges some kind of spy, who begins to shoot the place up. Someone of course ends up killed, and the bride and groom rush off on their latest mission. They can't reschedule the wedding, so they end up eloping.
I know that's all whacked out and stuff, but honestly, I find myself loving the idea of my perfect wedding not being the perfect wedding most girls dream of, and gossip about, and that's all they talk about. Plus, it's fun to watch them squirm in regards to what my perfect wedding happens to be. I want to watch them squirm. They're prissy after all, not willing to get their hands dirty.
I also like this guys eyes. There is something haunting about them, that I really, really love. I'd like to say I couldn't live without his eyes, but I'm not that daft. Let the other girls faint dead away at being someones new bride, and depending on some man. Me, I'm going to depend on my MTV, if I can even get it over here. If not, I hope there is some kind of equivalent.
Maybe I can blast the next door neighbors out with their music. I say this because I can see that kid doing really weird things, and I think he's some kind of pervert. Actually, it almost seems as if he is possessed by something, which honestly ups the ick factor for me.