My Muggle-born Life
By Mika McKinnon
Summary: Lily is always portrayed as shy and timid or secure and fiery, sometimes as a rebel with an attitude, but never as shy and likable with a quick fiery temper and a sarcastic streak a mile wide. Until now…
I'm running. My feet that are encased in shiny black bootlegs are slapping the ground, hard. Though the stinging pain is classed as unimportant and is pushed aside so no hurt is registered.
'I can't believe I'm doing this' keeps repeating itself over and over again in my thoughts; like someone has set my brain on a loop.
In the back of my mind I know I can believe it, I've done it before hadn't I?
The rain is now coming down in fast pelts, and my school uniform is only damp though my reading glasses are splashed with water.
Everything is blurred now and I can hardly see where I'm going, I can't stop because it won't be long until they find out I've gone missing, then they'll come looking for me and want to take me back…
I shiver, from the cold or the thought of going back there I do not know.
I've seen psychiatrists and councillors, talked to my parents and my elder sister, discussed my problems with the teachers and the school nurse and all of them want to know the same thing.
'Why don't I like Green Willows High School?'
I give them all the same answer.
From the bottom of the bank I glance backwards at the shadowed three storey building that has been my school for almost a year and narrow my green eyes.
'It just doesn't feel right'
And with that last thought, the eleven year old who would be twelve in a month darted around the final corner.
A flash of fire-bird red hair that had escaped it's confines was all it needed to confirm the figures' suspicions that the girl, was indeed, Lily Evans.