"My Life in Hell"
Chapter 1- The Train
I don't get my parents. Why won't they stop badgering me about this? It's so annoying! I don't want to be a Slytherin. They are evil! I hate the fact that everyone in my family is/was a Slytherin, and I can't do anything about it!
Let me explain to you about my position. My name is quite simple. Sirius Black. My mother is a terrible shrew. My brother is her pride and joy, considering the fact that I can already tell he's going to be put in Slytherin. He's so evil. I can feel it when I'm around him. Anyways, I live in London, England, at number 12 Grimmauld Place, and I am about to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Anyways, I'm here, on the Hogwarts Express just sitting along. Yeah, alone. No one in my compartment. About 10 minutes after the train had started moving, a medium height boy with jet-black hair and hazel eyes opened the compartment door.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked somewhat politely.
"Yeah, you can sit," I replied. About 5 minutes later he spoke again.
"So is this your first year going to Hogwarts?" Again, he seemed sort of polite.
"Yeah," I responded in a bored tone.
"Mine too," he said and fell quiet again.
"So dude. What's your name?" I asked.
"James… James Potter."
"Oh, I'm Sirius Black. So James. Do you have any preference of what house you want to be in?"
"I guess I kinda want to be in Gryffindor. All my family's been in there," James said.
"Me too," I said with a grin.
Author's Note: Dude, I hate writing stories, so if it sucks, just tell me.. and if you like it, review.. then I might be motivated to continue it.