A New Life
Chapter 1: Moving
A/N: This is a story idea that has been in my mind for a while so I decided to start it.
Hermione sighed as she began to pack her clothing into one of many boxes and suitcases that covered to floor of her room. Books sat on all her shelves, all showing many signs of wear: torn bindings, marked pages, and very few traces of dust. Many posters covered her walls, placing color on the otherwise colorless and bleak wall. Classical music played softly in the background, a peaceful, yet haunting sound.
"Why did they that new job? We were happy here." She asked herself as she folded a pair of pants and placed in the pink suitcase that sat open in front of her.
"Hermione, could you come here for a moment," a distant voice asked, "I would like to speak to you."
Finishing placing a few more articles of clothing in her bag she closed it and went downstairs to join her parents. "What Mother?" Hermione asked with an almost irritated undertone.
"Sit down. I want to talk to you about the move. We know you are nervous about it, but-"
"But what? You took me out of the one school I fit in at and decide to move us to a new area. That's not fair at all!" she yelled forcing a silence on her mother, tears glistening at the edge of her eyes.
The sound of classical music played in the background, leaving an eerie feeling in the air.
"Listen honey, I know this is rough on you, but it will get better. This new job we have pays more and we get to go somewhere new for a change."
"Who cares, I like it here. We can't just move!" she yelled between sobs, tears now freely falling from her face. "Now pardon me" Hermione said as she stood up and walked out of the room and back to her room.
Slamming the door shut as she walked inside, she sat down, drying her tears on a tissue. Her eyeliner has slowly streaked her face, leaving black marks down her cheeks. After cleaning up, she slowly began to pack once again, hoping to finish. None of the earlier organization went into her packing. Clothes became mixed with books and trinkets in her room as she shoved anything and everything into the boxes and luggage. Her walls, bleak as they had been when they had first moved into the house. Small pieces of misplaced trash littered the floor; tape, bits of papers, and wrappers. Soon she was finished with the packing and exhausted, she collapsed, tired.
She quickly changed into a pair of pink sleep pants and a white tank top before sliding into bed and falling into a sleepless sleep.
