Most of the characters coming up belong to J K Rowling.

Broken

Well... this sucks. Allison is going to kill me, as well as Emily. I couldn't help but look down into my hand were the broken stiletto was hanging by a strap, suspended by a single finger. The sleek black taunted me. These were Allison's favorite shoes, and I probably shouldn't wear her shoes at all.

The room I was sitting in was kind of cold. Not that I cared, in fact, I welcomed it. I've always loved the cold. Even cold days, when the clouds are dark grey and the sky looks as if they could go on forever.

My fingernails tapped impatiently on the shiny silver table. Two men were arguing out front of the room. If it weren't for the fact of my abnormality, I probably wouldn't have been able to hear them. They were talking about how irresponsible I was. Shocker. It wasn't the first time I had been in this very confiscation room. In fact, it was practically mine.

Most people at my school find it funny I always get in trouble with the muggle police. Unfortunately for me, when I moved here I didn't have the best reputation. They had an eye on me since the beginning. Except the stuff I do isn't necessarily bad. It's just to have a good laugh. Like the time I dyed the public pool a clear blue color in the middle of the night, so all the swimmers would look like the aliens from that new Avatar movie coming out. How was I supposed to know that was vandalism? That stunt ended me ten hours of community service.

I'm currently sitting in here because I set off a couple of sparklers in the bathroom at a red carpet event. Sadly there was a cat in the trashcan who didn't really like sparklers. Stupid cat attacked me and made me drop the "firework". It started burning the heel of Allisons Jimmy Choo's, so I had to snap it off. (AN-Pic on profile)

BANG! A rather large hand came down near my face landing with a loud smack on the table.

`"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Gordon yelled, his face nearly purple. To be honest I didn't even know he came in.

"Define listening," I replied, my voice calm laced with a little bit of cockiness. Just to rub it in, I let a sneaky smile snake on to my lips.

"You could be put in Juvi for this, do you understand? You had illegal fireworks at a party!" He took in a deep breath. He looked like he wanted to hit something, or someone. I'd like to see him try though. "A rather big one at that!"

"Since when are sparklers illegal?" I asked. "And do you have any food. Just a sandwich or something. I'm kind of hungry."

Gordon was pissed. He was beyond pissed. Apparently me asking for food didn't help. I always ask for food. I like food. Allison and Rheana think it's weird that I can still have a good body and eat like I do. They say I'm part dude. I guess it's kind of true. I mean, I tend to act more on my guy side then my chick side. I'm into extreme sports, like skiing in Antarctica and shit like that.

Apparently Gordon was so mad he left. I sat alone, wondering about the consequences this time. Several moments later a voice came on the intercom, "Demetri VanHueson, so help me I will kick your ass all the way home."

Good old Emily. Emily is my step mom. She's pretty cool, and more of a daredevil then most parents, and she doesn't really care about me getting in trouble too much. This time she really did sound mad though. I must have done something at home too.

I grinned wickedly at the thought. Although, I couldn't think of anything I had done. Weird. So this is something worse.

The large metal door opened and in walked Emily, accompanied by Josh. Josh was one of my stepbrothers. He's new to the family, and rather quite. Hopefully that will change though. I'm not a very quite person.

"Sup, Joshio," I said, loudly too.

"Nothin'," he mumbled.

"Well that's no fun," I replied. I was about to say something else, but then I saw the look on Emilys face. Boy she looked angry. This should be fun. She had that "Shut the hell up" glare on, so I didn't speak.

She escorted me to her car. She had a red Lexus convertible. It was rather sexy if I do say so myself. I have a yellow jeep. And not one of those wimpy ones, but the real kind. You know, the Wrangler.(AN- Pics on profile)

The ride home was silent. When we got to our house, well mansion, I unlocked the door with my wand and set me keys down on the counter. My step family knew about me being a witch. They didn't know that me graduating a year early was exactly legal, considering I lied about my age to do it. I just hate school though, so I figured hey, why not just get out of it early.

I didn't realize someone was in the room until I looked up, but there he was. Barty Crouch was standing in the corner looking all sophisticated in his suit. Shit, I thought, He knows about the whole breeding a cat and a dragon thing.

"It was a science project, I swear!" I blurted out at the same time he said,

"You think you can trick the Ministry?"

Confusion swiped over both of our faces. So he wasn't here about the cat.

"Demetri VanHueson as punishment for lying about your age so you could use magic earlier, you will be coaching, and refereeing the upcoming events in the Triwizard Tournament."

Well shit. I'm screwed.