Hi. It's me. Kaitlyn Earthen.
You haven't heard of me?
I'm not surprised. Very few have. I don't really stand out much, and I'm just the quiet girl who gets good grades and is the enemy of James Sirius Potter.
Quite a lot hate me for hating James. He's very popular because of his admittedly good looks. That was not my explanation of him, by the way. That's practically every other girl in the school's explanation. "Popular because of good looks."
I hate it when people are popular for good looks. I just do, I can't explain it. It's like-they don't deserve their popularity. And James sure doesn't.
He is an arrogant, stuck up, pranking prat. He thinks he's entitled to everything just because he's the son of "The Boy Who Lived."
I don't understand James Sirius Potter. He's a strange person.
One minute he can be all-well-nicey nice and then he can be shouting in your face calling you-well, calling you a lot of things.
Aren't I a confusing person? Deal with it. I am Kaitlyn Earthen and my story starts here.
I ran down the stairs of my house. "MUM!" I called. "Let's go ! Let's go! I don't want to miss the train!"
"There's plenty of time, dear!" she called back. "The train leaves at 11:00 and it's only 7:00!"
"Yes, but-" I struggled to find an excuse. I ran into the kitchen and saw my little brother Eddie eating the baking powder. "Er...Eddie is eating the baking powder!"
"I'll be right there!" she shouted and I heard the thudding of footsteps. She ran into the kitchen and took the baking powder from Eddie. "Spit!" she commanded. When he obeyed, she sighed in relief. Eddie often doesn't listen to us.
"How are we going to Kings Cross anyway?" I asked. We live quite far from there and usually we take a taxi as we don't have a car, but this time all the taxis were booked up...which is strange, actually. We don't like buses, so we never take one to Kings Cross. We'd use a Portkey, but that would arouse suspicion.
"The Potters are taking us," she smiled fondly.
To which, I inwardly groaned.
The Potters are great and all, but I don't like their oldest child: James Sirius Potter. He's very arrogant. And such an idi-
"Why don't you go upstairs and play on your computer?" Mum interrupted my thoughts. I stared open mouthed at her. She HATES computes! "Okay!" I said and rushed up. I went onto Google. My hands didn't know what they were doing, but before I knew it, I was typing: Why people are arrogant. I stared at the screen as a million suggestions came up. I finally clicked on a website called Conception of Arrogance.
Oh, boy this would help me.