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Review! And yell at me in the review! I need feedback, or else I'll keep on writing the same thing, with no improvements. Scary huh? I probably won't update until at least one person does anyway, so, there, I gave you two pieces of motivation. I think this one might actually go somewhere (gasp), I enjoy writing it a lot, although it seemed to take a truly long time for me to get around to it. It's told in a girl's Pov, her name is Sam. Well, read already!
Disclaimer: I don't' really own it, sorry if I disappointed somebody.
The Autobiography of MeChapter 1-Prelude/Introduction
I always thought I was more of the teacher's pet, bookworm type. You know, quiet, reserved, over-all non-socialist. That wasn't a hard conclusion for me to reach either. I loved books, I never went to school social events, and I had no friends, well, nobody I would call my true friend anyways. There were the people that sometimes invited me to birthdays, but then secretly talked about me behind my back. They were the pack-followers, going along with everybody else. So that meant if everybody was laughing at me, so would they. Everybody shunning me? So would they. I'm sure if everybody were killing me they would do so also! I won't say I didn't like it when I was invited either, nor will I say I didn't long for the included feeling everybody else felt.
I will say that I wished I wasn't there sometimes, wishing I was alone and people would stop saying absent-minded "hey"s in the hall as they passed. People poking and prodding and making me feel so self-conscious. Wishing that people would stop over-thinking thing, overcomplicating everything, and saying how hard their self-complicated life was. I will want everyone to just listen to me, and stop being so stupid. But at the same time I wished they wouldn't inspect and disapprove of all my imperfections.
The longer I wished that though, less "hey"s were directed towards me. Less people paid attention to me, or even noticed I existed enough to care about my imperfections. People stopped inviting me also, and I realized how much I was going to miss what little I had.
Small thing don't amuse small people -in my mind, small things amuse people who find the wonders of the world truly amazing. People who appreciate all that was given to us, and love the simple pleasures of life. My theory is that small people think small things amuse small people. People that think that people who are amused by small things are small people are so narrow-minded; they can't stop to marvel at the amazing occurrences. Someone who has that much time to think about small people and small saying must be a small person. If somebody could actually reach that conclusion they would either have a lot of time on their hands, or were daydreaming when they were actually supposed to be doing something. I wonder which….
WHACK! "SAM!"A shrewd female voice cut through my musings. I sat up straight, whacking my head on the low ceiling of my cubbyhole. It was situated about four feet from the ground, so, when I slouched after I hit my head, I fell over the edge and hit the hard wooden floor. Fortunately I caught myself with my hands, but I also created large, dark splinters from side to side of my hand. A small bundle of clothes equipped with a large pointing stick with a metal tip jumped aside as I hit, all the while making shrill noises which sounded a lot like "You incompetent fool!" and "Next time, try not to fall asleep, you clumsy buffoon!" with a muffled "Lazy excuse for a living thing" and "Useless piece of Bulgarian dung" thrown in at the appropriate places.
I bit my lip as I held back tears, the let go of it to mutter, "Ihavetgotodeinfirmry", All the while limping towards the trapdoor on the floor. I don't remember lifting the wooden cover, or stepping down the ladder just beneath, because I could hear was the laughter and many jeers of my "classmates".
Even though I required bandaged hands and I had a small concussion, I still had a detention for talking back to an authority figure, and for falling asleep in class. It was an unjust punishment! I didn't say anything but a bunch of jumbled words, and the second rule didn't even exist until the Ravenclaw head of house -Professor Kimostilibility-thought that it should be created, while I was in the infirmary. She had also been the teacher of the class I had run out of, Divination.
That's where I was now (detention that is), with Professor Kimostilibility, in her little room again, which happened to be two ladders, and 7 staircases away from my common room. I was cleaning crystal globes. Professor Kimostilibility thought it would be a grand idea to stack all the globes in a pyramid in the center of the room, so it would be more appealing to students. I mean honestly, who cares where the globes are when you pick them up? Back to the story though. So, after she created all the different layers of the pyramid on the floor away from each other, she levitated them all together, then dropped-well that's a bit harsh-placed them all on top each other on the floor. But round objects ROLL, really. So, inevitably, the pyramid fell down in what seemed to be slow motion. At least three broke in their trip to the ground, covering all the others and the floor in whatever was inside them. Leaving them and the floor for me to clean, oh, yeah, and the windows, even though they were perfectly clean!
But it's not like I could argue, so I bore through it. Even though I'm sure it was against some sort of safety regulation. As I thought that, I slipped and my hand landed in the cloudy liquid and I piece of the glass that I had missed. I could only watch in horror as the visible part of my index finger and thumb turned red, and then glowed a brilliant white. I tried to pull my hand away, but it seemed stuck to the floor. The cloudy liquid slowly started to disappear as the light coming off of my fingers dimmed. I watched as slowly all the liquid disappeared, and then the stuff I had already cleaned away into my bucket leapt up out of the bucket and into my bandage. A pain grew in my hand then spread throughout me, and everything went black.
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