Confessions of a Fallen Angel
Prologue
My name is Emma Dorea Potter, and I am far from perfect. Quite far, in fact. I've gone through that 'awkward' and 'rebellious' phase, as most teenagers do... Mine seems to have been more destructive than most people's, though.
In the beginning I was jealous, I'll admit. I was tired of living in my older brother, James', overbearing shadow. He was the perfect son in most respects, the perfect Gryffindor, Transfiguration whiz... One of the most popular, envied and desired guys in school.
And I hated it. Hated him, even, on some days. I wanted the power, the influence, and most importantly, the freedom, that they offered.
By the end, though... I'm not like that, I'm not like them. I can see now that I was a foolish, immature brat who made the worst 'bad decision' she could have made. But I can't say I regret it, not all of it, anyway.
They say nobody's perfect.. They say say everybody has their flaws.. Well, I suppose mine are just bigger than most people's.
Welcome to the story of my short, miserable little life. Have fun.
This is the prologue - chapters following are MUCH longer, rest assured. I always seem to have little prologues... Bleh.
