A/N: Short. But I hope you like it and review anyway. Please review
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I hate destiny. I utterly loathe it, with a passion. Who decided that each human's life should be planned out, without their consent? Sure as hell wasn't me. Because of this person, who obviously holds some grudge against mankind as a whole, no one has control over their lives. Am I the only one who finds this to be wrong?
Perhaps it's because of who I am, that I hold these beliefs. No one else seems to care as much as I do. No one else seems plagued by the fact that life is out of their hands, and because of destiny, they will be forced to do some horrible thing. Or maybe it's just me who is overwhelmed by this horrible disease called destiny.
Ugh! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Why shouldn't I have domination over which path my life takes? Why shouldn't I be allowed to decide what I do and when? What if I don't like the life Destiny selected for me? Can I just give it up and take a new one?
No. Because it's Destiny. Out to ruin everything.
I am fifteen for goodness sakes! Fifteen bloody years old! And already Destiny has this fixed idea of my future. Well I don't want it. The only thing Destiny has left on my agenda for the next few years is to: A) Defeat the most powerful wizard of my time, something not even Dumbledore's been able to do (honestly, I'm fifteen! How am I supposed to?) or B) Die at a young age. Possibly both at once.
At the risk of sounding like a child angry over not being allowed a cookie because it would ruin his appetite, this is really unfair.
To quote one of my dorm-mates, this bites. Royally.
I detest Destiny.