I sat back in the uncomfortable chair, my back pressed against the thick plastic. My movements cause my sister to turn to me and give me a look before she directs her attention back at the stage. I scowled and turned my attention back on my father as he gives yet another speech about…well, something. I stopped listening a long time ago.

We do these every week it seems. Everyone wants a piece of the famous Harry Potter. However, this is for the new wing in the hospital my aunt worked so hard to get, so he felt as though he should show up and say something.

I shifted again.

"Will you cut it out," my sister hisses, her eyes still fixed on my father. Her legs are crossed, her hands clasped tightly onto of her right leg. Her long, perfect red hair hangs down around her face like a curtain; her green eyes (our father's eyes) watch the stage as though she had never seen him give a damn speech before.

I'm pretty sure I love my sister. I mean, I must. She is my sister, after all, but sometimes I just want to hit her in the face. This just happened to be one of those times. I couldn't stand her face at the moment and wanted to reach into my pocket, take out my wand and turn her into a frog or something.

I'm sure all siblings hate each other during their teen years, though she's about to exit hers, as am I, and I still can't seem to shelve these bitter thoughts about her. For example, I sometimes dream that she'll wake up with a giant, ugly wart in the middle of her perfect forehead and she'll be so ugly she can't go outside. Then maybe she'll be a little nicer.

See, my entire life I've been compared to her. Well, not so much compared to her as someone wishing I was her. If I hear "Why can't you be more like your sister?" one more time I think I will go crazy and kill her.

Why can't I be more like her? Because I am a human being! She is some weird race of species that only exists in horror novels. Elizabeth, my sister, is probably not a real person but some experiment my parent's decided to keep and raise. Because, really, who the hell is that bloody perfect all the time? I've lived with her for seventeen years and I've never seen her so much as stutter.

"Sorry," I replied softly. She tears her eyes away from the riveting scene of my father, pink-faced and embarrassed, to fix me with a cold glare.

"Shh!"

I almost replied with something foul but instead turned my attention back towards the stage where, thankfully, dad's speech was winding down. I could tell because those around him were already poised to clap. I bet he could have ended with, "And fuck all of you, I'm going home!" and he would still get a standing ovation. I'll suggest it for next time.

"Thank you," he concluded. There is an immediate upheaval and everyone begins to go wild. For a moment I thought someone had set off a firework or something, but everyone was going wild for dad.

He disappeared backstage, sure enough to get out of the spotlight, and the crowd began to scatter towards the dinner tables. The speech was over, but the dinner and dancing wasn't. I was in for a looong night.

"So how was it?" dad asked, coming over to us looking quite harassed. He turned towards a crowd of women all looking pouty, quills in hand for an autograph, before looking back at us hopefully.

"Oh, dad, you did wonderful!" Elizabeth supplies immediately. "Really inspiring." Oh, you bitch.

"Yeah, dad, you did great," my brother says. He claps my father on the back and scans the crowd, no doubt looking for his nightly shag. My brother is a bit of a slut, but that's another story. "Like Lib said, very inspiring."

All eyes turn to me, no doubt waiting for me to follow up on Elizabeth's tear-jerker of a response.

"I liked it," I said, smiling in my way.

"Which parts?" Elizabeth asked. See, this is why I hate her. She's such a bitch! What the hell did I ever do to her, you might ask. I'll tell you. All I ever did was be born! And I can't even help that.

"The parts where he was talking," I snarled at my sister.

Mum could already smell a fight coming, for she broke in almost immediately. "Come on, Potter, buy me a drink, will you?" She took dad by the arm and led him towards the bar. Mum and dad are still pretty young, only thirty-eight.

As soon as they were gone I turned to my sister who was searching the crowd for someone. She spotted a friend and left my side without so much as a good-bye. I watched her weave her way towards Stella Grover, who she has been friends with since First Year.

"Well, I think we should-" I began but my brother had apparently spotted something he might like and was walking away. "Hey!" I stepped forward and yanked at his arm. "Where are you going?"

"Over there with Lucy," he said gesturing towards a girl with long brown hair.

"Her name is Lila," I snapped.

"Whatever," he said and began to go forward again and I pulled at his arm. "Will you let off of me?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Go sit down," he suggested. "Mum and dad should be at the table already." I gave him a look and he rolled his eyes. "Listen, I've been after Lisa-"

"Lila."

"-Lila for almost six months now."

"I can see she's made quite the impression."

"If I didn't think I'd be having a shag with her in the coatroom I would totally hang out with you, little sister."

"You are such a slut," I said with disgust. He shrugged carelessly as though he could care less. And he probably couldn't care less because he is an air-head.

"Yes, but I'm deliriously happy," he said and walked off, leaving me standing in the middle of the hall by myself. I gave one more look to my sister before I pushed my way through the crowd towards the tables.

"Wait!"

I turned in surprise to see a woman sitting at a table covered with little cards with numbers on them.

"You'll have to sign in," she said as though I were mentally-challenged. "Name?" I went over to her and glanced quickly at the list.

"Roe Potter," I said.

"Hmm," she said quietly and began to scan the scroll. She kept unrolling it until it was hanging off the table. "I'm sorry; we don't have a Roe Potter."

"Rosemary Potter, then?" I snapped. She bent down and looked at the list again. Suddenly her wand shot up and my name disappeared from the list. All the names scurried up to take its place.

"Here you go." She handed me a small card with a number one on it. "That's your table number."

"Yeah, thanks." Idiot.

I walked through the doorway into an elegant ballroom. My heels sunk into the plush red carpet. It had small golden flower thingies in some sort of pattern all around it. I eyed the tables looking for my number. I finally spotted mum's head through the crowd and made my way over to her.

"Oh, Roe, good, I want you to meet someone!" Mum said happily, grabbing my hand and pulling me further a long until I was standing in front of a short, stout man with a mustache and a drink in his hand. "This is Augustus Marks," she said happily, as though I was supposed to know who the hell he was. In my silence she glared at me and then tittered. "You know, head of the hospital. He's hosting the opening for dad."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, of course!" I gushed. I didn't really know who he was but I couldn't very well keep staring at him with a blank look on my face. "How are you?"

"Very well, thank you," he replied. "Your mother tells me you might be interested in the medical field like your sister, Elizabeth." My smile falters. "She's quite the intern, I must say. You'll have some big footsteps to follow."

"Oh," I said, at a loss for appropriate words. "That's nice."

"Excuse me," he said, eyeing someone else in the crowd. He departed quickly, leaving me and my mother alone.

"Could you familiarize yourself with some of these people, please?" she snapped, leading me over to the table. "This is just the kind of place where you might make a first impression with a future employer."

"Mum, I don't want to work in the medical field," I said sulkily. I almost added, "Especially if Elizabeth is."

"Oh, but, dear I thought you wanted to become a medic!"

"That's Elizabeth."

"No, remember, we were standing in the Burrow two Christmases ago and you said that your dream was to help people."

"Elizabeth."

"No, you were wearing that cute little dress with the puffy sleeves-"

"Still Elizabeth."

Mum stops talking as we get to the table with dad. He is talking to a tall black man and nodding along with what the man is saying.

"Oh, there you are, Ginny," he says happily, accepting a drink from mum. "Kingsley was just telling me what a wonderful job James is doing."

"Is he doing well?" mum asks anxiously.

"He's a complete natural," Kingsley replies. "Much like his father." Mum and dad beamed and I wanted to puke.

Probably one of the biggest problems with my siblings is that everyone seems to think they are Lily and James Potter reincarnated. If not Lily and James then surely mum and dad. Everyone fawns on them and treats them as if they did this huge, amazing thing. Apparently everyone is able to overlook the fact that James is a man-whore and Elizabeth is pure evil in heels.

Elizabeth is gorgeous and I'll admit I'm insanely jealous. She has long, silky red hair that comes down past her shoulders. She was the only one to inherit dad's green eyes and she wears them proudly. Also, she has the most perfect skin I have ever seen. There is not a trace of a freckle on her face. Not only is she dead gorgeous, she's also bloody brilliant. I mean, she was one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts while she was there.

James, on the other hand, is an idiot. Of course, if he tried as hard with school work as he did trying to unhook a girl's bra, he'd too be a genius. He figures that he has his inheritance and a job and school really doesn't matter in the major scope of things. So, he floated around Hogwarts in a drunken daze and drove McGonagall absolutely bonkers with his lack of work ethic, yet he was still favored by almost every teacher. He could charm the pants off of Voldemort, I tell ya. He got dad's hair and mum's eyes and, of course, everyone compares him to James Potter. He even has an idiot of a best friend to go along with his little act.

However, I have to excel in everything and be at the top of my game at all times to avoid, "Why can't you be more like your sister?" but I do not receive any recognition for it. If I do badly I am chewed out by everyone, but if I do amazingly brilliant than I am just like Elizabeth.

"Kingsley, you remember my daughter, Roe?" dad says, stepping back and putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Of course," Kingsley says. "How are you?"

"Great," I said.

"Are you excited it's your last year at Hogwarts?"

"Yes," I say a little too quickly. "I suppose I'll miss it some, but I'm just excited to get on with living."

Mum and dad laughed along with Kingsley and then he too left. I was instructed to sit down in between mum and what would be James when he got back from shagging that poor girl in a bathroom or a cloakroom.

"Where is your brother?" mum exclaimed some twenty minutes when he hadn't reappeared. She had just motioned for Elizabeth to join her. She turned to me.

"Do you know where he is?"

I shrugged and felt Elizabeth take her seat two seats from me.

"Elizabeth, have you seen your brother?" She shrugged.

"Roe saw him last." I scowled at her.

"Roe?"

"He left to go meet up with David," I lied.

"Didn't you tell him that we would be eating soon?" mum asked, eyebrows raised. I glanced at her face and then scowled moodily at my plate.

So, apparently, I am supposed to keep watch for my dear older brother. Maybe I should just tell her exactly where he is. My parents are oblivious to the fact that he has a running list of girl's he's shagged. They think he's just as perfect as Elizabeth who will have sex…um, let's see…never.

"I'm sorry," I said tartly. "I don't know what I was thinking. Perhaps I should go without dinner?" Mum glared at me and then looked around.

"Oh, here he is." James came around the corner looking flushed. His shirt was untucked and his tie slightly undone. Mum looked him over, perplexed. "What happened to you?"

"I, er, got hot." Dad eyed him curiously, before deciding he probably didn't want to know. James wiped his forehead quickly and sat down next to me. He glanced around the room once before taking his napkin and shaking out and placing it on his lap.

Soon everyone came and sat at their tables and the food appeared. I shook out my napkin as well and eyed the plates heaped with food.

"Pass the salt, Roe," Elizabeth instructed. I did so without looking at her. It helped some not to see her face when I was about to be in a rage. "Could you pass the butter?" I did so. I picked up my fork. "And the peas."

"Anything else, while I'm handing things to you? I'd like to eat some time tonight," I snapped, finally tweaking.

"Roe!" mum said reprovingly. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at me.

"No," she snarled. "Just the peas. Thanks."

James seemed to be amused by this, because there was a trace of a smile on his face when he asked me to pass the potatoes. I had obviously picked the dreaded spot at the table in which I was in perfect distance to reach everything, thus I was the perpetual bitch of the table.

"Here," I said, dropping the heavy bowl in front of him. He happily scooped more than his fair share onto his plate before passing it to Elizabeth.

"James," mum said. "How's David?"

"David?" James asked. See, this is how dumb he is. Can't he tell I lied for him? Does he really think I wasn't going to lie about what he had been doing?

Mum nodded and slowly, James cottoned on.

"He's fine."

I don't think David is even at this tonight. Mum seemed to be thinking along the same lines, but she let it rest. Of course she did. I do not have such luck. I would have been thrown into a convent by now if I was doing what James was doing. And of course Elizabeth says nothing about David. She knows he isn't here either and yet she keeps her mouth shut for James. Why? Because she's a bitch.

An hour later and I want to slit my wrists out of boredom. There is no one to talk to, save for my siblings and, please, I'd rather not. I haven't had a civil conversation with Elizabeth in years and what the hell could I possibly have to say to James?

Mum and dad have gotten up to dance and left the three of us alone with nothing to say. Well, Elizabeth has something to say, but she doesn't count.

"So, what was her name?"

"What?" James asked.

"Her name. The poor girl you were with."

"Oh, Lila." Well, I'll be damned. "So wasn't worth it. All I got was a blow-"

"James!" Elizabeth snapped, her cheeks reddening with anger. "For the love of Merlin, keep that stuff to yourself."

Elizabeth got asked to dance ten minutes later and James and I were left alone. I sat with my elbow on the table, head in my hand, staring wistfully out at the dance floor.

He suddenly snorted and shook his head. I picked my head up and looked at him.

"What?" I asked.

He jerked his head towards the kid dancing with Elizabeth. "That kid doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell with her. Look at him. He thinks he's going to get lucky."

"How the hell do you know?" I snapped.

"I can just tell. I'd like to warn him that her legs are tightly clamped together and it will take the Jaws of Life to pry them open."

"You are so crude."

"It's true," he said, turning to me.

"Whatever."

He faced forward again and began to drum his fingers against the table. James and I look alike and that's really the only way I know I'm actually related to any of these people. His eyes are really dark though, while mine are much lighter. Other than that we look scarily alike, as though we were the twins and not he and Elizabeth.

I have long, straight black hair. I keep growing it out as long as I can get away with before mum insists I chop some of it off. So far it's down past my breasts and mum is beginning to complain about it again. My eyes are dark brown, though not as dark as James's. I have thick eyelashes and it always gives people the impression I always have eye makeup on.

"James?"

We both turned around at the same time to see Lila standing in back of us looking incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh, hey," James said. He seemed a bit flustered. None of the girls he shagged ever came up to him afterwards. He was the one who made the second move. "What's up?"

"Do you want to dance?" she asked.

"Actually, I'm kind of talking to my sister-"

"I don't mind," I piped up instantly. He turned to me slowly. If looks could kill I would certainly be dead by now. I smiled brightly at him.

"Are you sure?" It isn't a question, it's a threat.

"Quite," I replied. "Go dance." I gave him a little shove and he got up, still glaring at me and then took Lila's hand begrudgingly, and let them to the dance floor.

It only took me a minute before I realized I must look like a complete freak to be sitting by myself. I got up and quickly made my way towards the bar where I was hoping to get something nice and strong while my family was elsewhere.

"Can I have a firewhiskey, please?" I asked the barman. He eyes me suspiciously.

"Can I see your card?" he counters. I sigh and dig into my bag, looking for my card. I can't seem to find it. Where the hell is it? This bag is tiny! Where the hell could it be…Oh, right, I left it on my bedside table.

"Um, see, funny story," I begin. "I seem to have left my card at home. However, I can totally verify that I am seventeen."

"Right, well, I can totally verify that without a card you can not get a drink," he replied sarcastically and picked up his book again.

I was just about to pull the "Don't you know who I am?" card when a voice in my ear stole the words right from my mouth.

"Excuse me, sir, but don't you know who she is?"

I stiffened.

"No," the bartender says, and without missing a beat the voice says, "This is Harry Potter's daughter!"

I turned around. Sure enough he was standing there, looking down at me. I groaned and turned back towards the bartender, who had already gotten me a firewhiskey.

"Oh," I said dumbly and went for my purse. He shook his head.

"It's on the house."

"Thanks," I mumbled and pushed past Cole Malfoy and tried my best to escape him, though he quickly caught up with Malfoy and I have not gotten along since we were eight and at a function quite like this one. I kissed his cheek and told him I liked him and responded with, "Ew! Girls are gross!" and then pushed me down a hill where I landed in mud. Ever since then I haven't been too keen on him. Also, he seems to think he's God's gift to girls. I swear when he enters a room he must think, "Here I am ladies...worship me."

"You're welcome," he said.

"Yeah, thanks," I said shortly. I made my way outside into the warm summer air. He came to stand next to me.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes," I said sarcastically. "I can barely contain my excitement at being here." He leaned against the railing and turned his head towards me. I quickly looked away from him.

"Want to dance?"

"Sure," I said. "With you? No."

"Oh, come on, Roe," he said, suddenly straightening out and standing in front of me. "You know you want me." I snorted into my drink.

"Please tell me you did not just say that!" I said, starting past him. I managed to get down onto the lawn before he caught up with me again. "Don't you take a hint, Malfoy?"

"Roe, listen, why don't you just admit how much you're in love with me and we can really make this night interesting."

"You really think a lot of yourself, don't you, Malfoy?" I asked, walking along the path. I wanted very much to get out of the light. My cheeks must have turned a dozen shades redder than I had ever been in my life.

I took a sip of my drink, feeling it burn the back of my throat. I made my way down to the lake where a few other people were scattered.

"Aren't mummy and daddy going to wonder where you are?" he asked mockingly, coming to stand next to me.

"I'm sorry, is my evident disgust for you not coming out correctly? What do I need to do to get you to understand my dislike for you? Shall I throw feces on you?"

He said nothing. After a moment he said, "Have a nice night." and walked back towards the stairs and into the ballroom.

I quickly glanced back at the lake.

Stupid prick, I think to myself. I take a sip from my drink before spitting it out. It tastes absolutely vile. Who the hell would drink this on a daily basis?

After a while I go back into the ballroom, out of absolute boredom. I must have been out there for at least an hour, if not more. My heels clicked merrily on the stairs as I hurried up them, careful to hold down the back of my dress. The wind was a bit of a pervert and kept making it fly up.

I came around the corner and there was my entire family standing talking to a man and then a woman with a camera. My sister was leaning against my father smiling dreamily as though she wanted to be nowhere else. The man with the quill says something to my father, who looks at my mother and then nods.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to make my way through the crowd. I stop dead when the flash of a lightbulb goes through the air. Another one follows and I hear from the man with the quill, "Thanks. This will run in the morning's paper. Front page I think. Up close and personal with the Potter family."

I gave a little laugh of disbelief. I'm sorry, are you arrogant, self-centered idiots missing someone? How about the youngest Potter, your other daughter, me?

Do they not realize that I am not pictured? Am I such an insignificant person in the family that my presence isn't even recognized? Could I walk out of the room and never come back and just not be missed? Perhaps when they get a letter from Hogwarts asking where I am will they try and think of the last time they saw me.

Something inside of me snaps. No, no, I do not kill my family though it is very tempting. Instead I glance around the room looking for someone in particular. I see him standing with his group of friends.

I walk up to him and grab his arm, pulling him away from his friends. His drink sloshes a bit onto the floor.

"Hey, Potter, where's the fire? Slow down! Hey!" He stumbles as I pull him into a cloakroom and throw him in. I turn to the door and cast a locking charm and a silencing spell.

I turn back to him and he is staring at me with wide eyes as though he has never seen me before. I in turn gaze back at him for a second before moving closer to him. I grab his hand and bring his head down to mine for a kiss. He pulls back instantly.

"What are you doing?" he asks sharply.

"I thought…I mean, don't you like me?" I asked.

"Of course I like you, you just don't like me, remember?" he snapped. "You said you wanted to throw feces on me."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I amend instantly. He still seems a bit nervous of me as though I've been replaced with a pod person.

"Roe-"

Cole is still eyeing me oddly. Perhaps because to mask my unbelievable crush I have on him I have always been a bitch to him. I don't think he really knows how I feel; I think he might think I like him a little more than I let on. However, I do not think he would ever expect me to pull him into the coatroom for a quick shag.

Maybe it's because it's a Malfoy and I knew it would drive my parents absolute bonkers if they knew what I was doing. I was never going to confront them about the article where I was oddly missing, but I would get back at them by shagging Cole. Sure, it's a bit passive-agressive but it makes me feel better.

"Didn't you just say not an hour ago that you wanted to make this night interesting, or something to that effect?"

"I was joking!"

"Well, I'm not," I say seriously. "Listen we can do this or I'll go get someone else to do it with." I turn as though I was going to leave, though I knew I wasn't. In fact if that didn't work I had planned on just begging him to kiss me. I didn't want to do this with anyone else.

As soon as my hand reached the doorknob he grabbed my arm and wheeled me around to face him. His lips were on mine before I could really comprehend what was happening. I kissed him back a bit viciously, attacking his lips.

He had to bend down to reach my lips. He's probably about 6'4 while I think I barely top out at 5'3.

A part of me was telling me that this wasn't a good idea. I knew I should be listening to it because it was right. I was using Cole, who I knew had a huge crush on me. He had never made it a secret that he liked me more than a "friend" though we were never really friends. I knew that this meant something more to him than it did to me, but he was always so nice to me. I just wanted this to happen with someone who was going to be nice to me.

I yanked his sports jacket off and threw it behind me. My hands flew to his tie and I pulled at it, loosening it before I went for the buttons on his shirt. I was fully prepared to just do this as quickly as possible, but he kept making me kiss him and brought my hands away from his clothes. I in turn placed it on the front of my dress, hoping he was going to get the hint.

Finally, when I felt as though he was going to make this last all night, I reached for his zipper and pulled it down. As I reached in he turned a brilliant shade of red. I was a bit stunned as I had never seen him blush before, and I certainly knew he wasn't a virgin.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with ragged breath. He kissed me again and I pushed aside the guilt that was bubbling up inside of me. After a moment I kicked my heels off, and dropped down about five inches, and then pulled my tights down.

Cole gazed down at the nude tights as I tossed them by my shoes. He caught my eye and I had to stop myself from bursting into tears.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked cautiously. "We don't have to."

"No, I do," I said, and pulled my underwear down and then off. I kissed him as tenderly as I could manage and pushed his pants down.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when his hand made its way to a place that, let's say, no one has ever touched before.

"What are you doing?" I said, unable to keep the panicky tone out of my voice. He nudged my neck and then kissed it.

"You'll like it, I promise."

I relaxed a little and, truth be told, I did like it. It felt bloody brilliant, actually. I've never done anything like this before. My last boyfriend seemed pretty content with having his needs met, so I decided I wasn't going to shag him so he shagged someone else. I am still a virgin. Well, I was a virgin.

As soon as he pushed into me I clenched his arms tightly and sucked in my breath through clenched teeth.

"Sorry," he said. He kissed my neck. I knew he was trying to get me to relax and it made me feel comforted. I just wanted to know that someone needed me and that someone liked me. I needed for someone to show me that if I died I would be missed, even if it was just a little bit.

When it was over I replaced my clothes quickly. I took out my wand and undid the locking charm and the silencing charm.

"Well, thanks," I said, not quite meeting his eye. "I'll see you at Hogwarts. Have a nice summer."

I left the room quickly, still putting my shoes back on as I did so. I figured we were in there for about a half an hour.

"There you are!"

I turned sharply to see my brother coming towards me. I panicked and thought he would know instantly what I had been doing, that he would recognize my appearance as something he saw daily.

"Mum and dad are going bonkers looking for you." He took in my smudged lipstick and mussed hair and frowned. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I'm a bit pissed," I lied.

"Merlin, you look like you've been mauled." He took out his wand and cast a sobering charm on me. I colored, but he seemed to think the idea of me getting mauled was as plausible as Elizabeth getting mauled. "We're leaving."

"Good."

He eyed me in a calculating way before turning on his heel and leading me through the crowd towards the rest of the family. Mum let out a cry of surprise when I got there.

"Where were you?" she snapped, handing me my purse. "We almost left without you." Well, there's a surprise.

"Sorry," I said. I didn't mean it. What I meant was, "Bite me."

"Let's go," dad says suddenly. "I think I just saw Rita Skeeter." Mum blanches and hurries us out of the halls and into the warm night air.

"Roe, you come right home." Where the hell else am I going to go? When have I ever not come home? She seems to think that just because I just got my license I'm dying to take off. I am, but I won't.

Mum and dad leave with a pop, shortly followed by James. I am just about to make my departure when Elizabeth grasps my arm. I don't like the look on her face at all.

"And where were you, Roe?"

"None of your business," I snapped. "Let go of me, I want to go home."

"Fine," she said and released my arm. My heart is pounding in my chest. I know for a fact she's going to say something to my parents.

"You know if you're going to get drunk at a party you might want to get the alcohol out of your breath."

For a moment I am silent and then I burst into relieved giggles. She thinks I went and got pissed, just like James thought. For a moment I was under the impression she knew what I had done with Cole.

"Yeah, I'll do that, Lib, thanks." I patted her shoulder and then left with a pop. I arrived back in my bedroom.

"Is that you?" dad called.

"Yeah, it's me," I called.

"Oh, it's you, Roe. Where's Lib?"

"Coming," I snapped. I closed my door over and collapsed onto my bed. My entire body felt as though it weighed a thousand tons. After a moment I feel a wave of guilt wash over me and I hurry to the bathroom and close the door over.

I ripped the dress from my body and tugged the rest of my undergarments off and stepped into the shower. I didn't even bother making the water warm as I scrubbed down my skin. I couldn't stop thinking about the feel of his lips on my skin and tried to push it from my mind. I didn't want to fall in love with him because, let's face it; he only likes me because he knows he can't have me. It's like some big joke to him. I'm the only girl he can't have…well, couldn't have. I just went and let him have me. Now I had to worry that I was going to be called some big slut when I got back to school.

Wrapped in my bathrobe I fell into bed and let my wet hair rest against my pillow. I sighed sadly and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew my sister was in my face. I let out a scream and jumped back. The room was flooded with light.

"You had a letter," she said, handing it to me. "It's blank, though." I took it from her with shaking hands and opened it.

Meet me outside in ten minutes. If you don't come out I'll ring the bell.

A/N read and review.