10 Reasons To Hate Being a Teenager
Reason One:
You're not a little kid anymore
Author's Note: I have far too many characters that are fun to write. So, this whole thing is in the point of view of Martin Vance (OC, In the Life of Skye Black).
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Lena had said that Fifth year would be awesome.
All that I knew was that studying would be increased hundredfold, and that everyone would be expecting us to act like adults.
I'd have Quidditch, and studying, and classes… and with Lena as your friend, you could be sure that any and all spare time would be studying or sleeping.
As I looked around my room, mentally kicking myself for saving packing for the last minute possible.
I had my broom, robes, books, cauldrons, pretty much everything I needed… except…
"Martin, love, we've got to get going soon."
"Give me a few minutes, Mum."
I looked at the plush dog in my hands.
I'd had him since I was five and had taken him everywhere with me, and it showed...
I'd been debating on whether or not to bring Moony –that was his name– with me for over an hour.
I've always been indecisive.
Lena and her friend Scarlett wouldn't take the mickey out of me for it, but, if anyone else were to have found out… and I didn't want to keep him inside of a trunk all year… but I didn't want to leave him at home, either. It's not like I lived in Hogsmeade; I lived in London.
And if I had Mum or Uncle Remus or someone owl him to me…
I wouldn't be able to live that one down… not that social status was a big deal to me, it's just… the boys in my dormitory wouldn't give me a break.
It might seem like an easy decision to you, but, as I've said, I'm probably the most indecisive kid on the planet.
"Martin, your mother's been telling you to hurry up for about twenty minutes."
I jumped. When had Uncle Remus arrived?
"You know, Sirius had a rubber chicken that he took everywhere with him."
I laughed. "Really?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course, James did take the mickey out of him, but Sirius reminded him that a rubber chicken was better than a plush oyster… And people think he hasn't grown up at all. He hasn't grown up much, but he doesn't have to have the chicken on his pillow to go to sleep anymore. Don't worry," he added, "I know you're not anywhere near that bad. I also know that sometimes it's good to have a reminder of home or of someone you love with you."
Why did adults have to be so cryptic sometimes? Well, Uncle Remus wasn't terribly bad about it, most of the time, but Mum…
"So, go ahead, put Moony in your trunk… the dog, not me… and let's get going before your mother decides to homeschool you, then you might not see your friends for an entire year."
I laughed nervously. "Wouldn't want that."
I put Moony into my trunk and shut it.
"Martin, are you ready to leave right now?"
My hair. Merlin, my hair was a mess.
"Almost!"