Of the Phoenix and the Turtle
Life is a fickle thing. One moment is completely beautiful and meaningful. And the next it's completely horrible, terrible, and meaningful…
I suppose that's the story of my life beautiful, horrible, and meaningful. I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I am Elizabeth Sholund. I come from America originally. But when I was ten, my father who is in the Navy, was transferred to a base in London to work on the communications lines since the Allied forces wanted to upgrade the systems. I've been stuck here ever since.
The worst part about it is that my parents refuse to send me to the normal public schools here, so I'm stuck going to the base school and wear this ratty, ugly uniform. Red and navy blue, not the normal shades of red and navy blue, but the ones they chose were the exact colors that should never be mixed in the same outfit. I'm not anything to look at really, though my mother always says every morning that I look cute, in the ugliest clothes ever produced by man. Needless to say she has mental health "issues", at least in my opinion. I wonder if that could run in the family…
Anyway, the week has been the weirdest in my life. Who would've thought that fairytales really do exist? I mean who would have thought that witchcraft was real? As my English friends would say, what the pink bloody bunny is going on? Yes, you heard correctly, pink bloody bunny. You don't want to know how we came up with that… Oh you do? Ok, we were going on a field trip to the zoo, and we were all on a bus and my friend Sarah pointed at this dead bunny, (which I think was originally white but the blood had dried and stained it's coat) and said look. I naturally looked out the window and asked too loudly, what the pink bloody bunny? It's stuck with me ever since.
Oh well, anyway I got a letter in the mail a few days ago from a school called Hogwarts. I have no idea where it is or even what it is, my parents have a slight idea of what it is because my Dad has a coworker whose sister is magical. I don't know why he asked, I mean how awkward would it have been if he hadn't heard of it?
I sent the owl back with our reply. I never thought I was magical, I mean I could never wave my hand and make my room clean… believe me I've tried! Maybe magic doesn't work like that or something, who knows…
** Author's Note: I changed the title from the sisterhood of the Phoenix to Of the phoenix and the turtle…it's a Shakespearian sonnet title that will fit later on.. I hope you like this… apparently it's better than my other one, "Calling" and that I'm growing as a writer soo… Hope you like it!
Life is a fickle thing. One moment is completely beautiful and meaningful. And the next it's completely horrible, terrible, and meaningful…
I suppose that's the story of my life beautiful, horrible, and meaningful. I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I am Elizabeth Sholund. I come from America originally. But when I was ten, my father who is in the Navy, was transferred to a base in London to work on the communications lines since the Allied forces wanted to upgrade the systems. I've been stuck here ever since.
The worst part about it is that my parents refuse to send me to the normal public schools here, so I'm stuck going to the base school and wear this ratty, ugly uniform. Red and navy blue, not the normal shades of red and navy blue, but the ones they chose were the exact colors that should never be mixed in the same outfit. I'm not anything to look at really, though my mother always says every morning that I look cute, in the ugliest clothes ever produced by man. Needless to say she has mental health "issues", at least in my opinion. I wonder if that could run in the family…
Anyway, the week has been the weirdest in my life. Who would've thought that fairytales really do exist? I mean who would have thought that witchcraft was real? As my English friends would say, what the pink bloody bunny is going on? Yes, you heard correctly, pink bloody bunny. You don't want to know how we came up with that… Oh you do? Ok, we were going on a field trip to the zoo, and we were all on a bus and my friend Sarah pointed at this dead bunny, (which I think was originally white but the blood had dried and stained it's coat) and said look. I naturally looked out the window and asked too loudly, what the pink bloody bunny? It's stuck with me ever since.
Oh well, anyway I got a letter in the mail a few days ago from a school called Hogwarts. I have no idea where it is or even what it is, my parents have a slight idea of what it is because my Dad has a coworker whose sister is magical. I don't know why he asked, I mean how awkward would it have been if he hadn't heard of it?
I sent the owl back with our reply. I never thought I was magical, I mean I could never wave my hand and make my room clean… believe me I've tried! Maybe magic doesn't work like that or something, who knows…
** Author's Note: I changed the title from the sisterhood of the Phoenix to Of the phoenix and the turtle…it's a Shakespearian sonnet title that will fit later on.. I hope you like this… apparently it's better than my other one, "Calling" and that I'm growing as a writer soo… Hope you like it!