Author's Note: Hello there! I'm Alli, or you can call me Aleigh. I welcome constructive critique, but please don't criticize my story on the reviews too much. Send me a message if you have a problem with my story. I will try my best to fix it. I welcome you to my story, "Here Today, Gone Tomorrow." I hope you enjoy it.

"Layne!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said when my parental figure called my name, interrupting my th
oughts.

"Pack your things, we're leaving tomorrow."

That wasn't new, I thought when I got up to pack my things. Time after time after time she came home and said this and that was that. Just gone. No notice, no nothing, just gone. It wasn't hard to up and go, I didn't have friends or anything, because I moved too much to even have time for friends. (I gave up after the fourth move, it just was to hard to say good-by every time. After that, I stopped keeping count how many times I moved. As long as I went to witch and wizard school and got a part time job, I was fine.)

But then, my parental figure said something she had never said before. "We are going to stay here awhile." That just shocked me. She kept on talking, but I didn't hear, but I heard something about something called 'Hogwarts', but my mind was buzzing, because I was going to stay awhile!

Awhile. I'm going to stay awhile. I went upstairs to pack your few things. Awhile. I grabbed my clothes, all dreadful. I need new clothes… Awhile. I looked under my bed for my (few) MOST special (and only) belongings. Awwwwhhhiiiiiilllllleee. I got my locket and your doll from under your bed. AWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shut up, brain. I hate to get my hopes up only to have them crushed later. I caressed Lilia's, my old mother's doll, cheek gently. (Mom doesn't know I have her; I had secretly taken her under her nose!) Maybe I should get friends while I'm there. I mean, it couldn't hurt, could it? I asked Lilia for her opinion. Of course, she only looked at you with her sparkling green eyes. "Yes, get friends, I mean, you are talking to doll. Can you get more pathetic? I think not," I said, pretending I was Lilia. "Alright, I will," I said, not knowing whether or not I would. I hugged Lilia close, deciding on to work on my pretty factor before I started my new-and-improved life.

I stared at my eyes. Nothing can be done about them, besides, they're good-looking, I mean, they ARE a crisp blue-green, I thought to myself. I stared at my nails. This was my strong point. Nice, long, not chewed! (I hate chewed nails!) Then I stared at my complete face. It was okay... Only a couple of zits here and there. Nothing noticeable. Then I stared at my weak point. My hair. Long and a dark blonde. But that part was ok. It was how straight that killed me. It is as straight as a board. And not to mention hot. That was NOT ok. Something is going to be done about it. TODAY! I got my muggle money out of my wallet. Drat! I would have to go to the bank. (I have two banks. One muggle, one witch.) Double-drat! I needed Mom for that. (I'm only 13.) Okay, I just won't get the expensive haircut. Just thin it and have it layered. I grabbed my wallet and you went off to renew this half-life to a good-life. But, I thought, right before I left the apartment, that I needed clothes too. I sighed. I might as well just pack my things while I waited for Mom to come from her job, then she could take me to the bank. (I actually DIDN'T pack when I went to my room; I meant to, but didn't because my conversation with Lilia made me inspired to make a new me, and, well, I just didn't pack.) Well, I might as well go and get my hair done. She doesn't come home 'till 4:30. I looked at the clock. 2:00. To the salon!