Hi peoples. Um, oh!
Disclaimer: um.....well I guess by my cheesy plotline and not very good
story, its safe to say that I'm not trying to steal the characters.
Well I hope u enjoy (ya right) my story and plz review.
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I sat on Jasmine's bed listening to the muggle music. I can't get enough of the stuff. This time it was a woman named Michelle Branch. She mostly writes sad songs but every now and then there was a song that I could relate to.
My name is Hermione, and Jasmine is....unfortunately my friend. As I sat on her bed, she was talking on the phone as if she was glued to it. "Come on you know he likes you!" a giggle to emphasize her point. "Want me to call him and tell him you like him too....OH COME ON!" she screeched, and I jumped about a foot into the air. The result ended with me landing practicly on my head.
Jasmine was a girl who didn't take no for an answer, which would explain me being on her bed in the first place. When she didn't get what she wanted, she went ballistic.
"All those years you were my friend changes nothing!" she screamed angrily into the phone. I rolled over and groaned. This was not going to be pretty. A few seconds of silence of silence then "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I slowly and silently got off the bed and slipped my flip-flops on, the carefully ducked behind the door. Jasmine was still talking/screeching to whoever the unlucky soul was; she wouldn't remember I had come here in the first place.
The song on her CD player was blaring "GOODBYE TO YOU", as I was leaving. I laughed as I skipped down the steps and came to a halt at my house. There was an old brown owl sitting on the gutter next to my window. "Errol!" I exclaimed in delight. Ron had written back on my invitation to stay for a week here.
I ran inside, Crookshanks was lounging on my old bedspread in a heap on the floor. I opened the window and Errol collapsed on my desk. I tore open the letter and recognized the familiar writing. I plopped in a convenient chair nearby. It read:
Dear Hermione,
I was wondering if you and Harry would like to come to the beach with us this summer. I paused to shriek with joy. The whole family will be there and I don't think there's any escaping it. Pig is sick, he has a cold and has been hacking up all sorts of crap. Luckily he isn't going with us. Use the floo power I sent, I stopped to look in the envelope, and found a small purple bag with dusty contents. to get here on Friday at 7:00 in the morning if you want to come. If you don't show up within a half an hour we'll leave without you. The beach we're going to is in a remote aria the muggles don't know about, but a few members of the ministry will be there.
-Ron
I smiled and ran downstairs to tell my parents. Friday was tomorrow so I'd have to do some mega begging.
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I sat on Jasmine's bed listening to the muggle music. I can't get enough of the stuff. This time it was a woman named Michelle Branch. She mostly writes sad songs but every now and then there was a song that I could relate to.
My name is Hermione, and Jasmine is....unfortunately my friend. As I sat on her bed, she was talking on the phone as if she was glued to it. "Come on you know he likes you!" a giggle to emphasize her point. "Want me to call him and tell him you like him too....OH COME ON!" she screeched, and I jumped about a foot into the air. The result ended with me landing practicly on my head.
Jasmine was a girl who didn't take no for an answer, which would explain me being on her bed in the first place. When she didn't get what she wanted, she went ballistic.
"All those years you were my friend changes nothing!" she screamed angrily into the phone. I rolled over and groaned. This was not going to be pretty. A few seconds of silence of silence then "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I slowly and silently got off the bed and slipped my flip-flops on, the carefully ducked behind the door. Jasmine was still talking/screeching to whoever the unlucky soul was; she wouldn't remember I had come here in the first place.
The song on her CD player was blaring "GOODBYE TO YOU", as I was leaving. I laughed as I skipped down the steps and came to a halt at my house. There was an old brown owl sitting on the gutter next to my window. "Errol!" I exclaimed in delight. Ron had written back on my invitation to stay for a week here.
I ran inside, Crookshanks was lounging on my old bedspread in a heap on the floor. I opened the window and Errol collapsed on my desk. I tore open the letter and recognized the familiar writing. I plopped in a convenient chair nearby. It read:
Dear Hermione,
I was wondering if you and Harry would like to come to the beach with us this summer. I paused to shriek with joy. The whole family will be there and I don't think there's any escaping it. Pig is sick, he has a cold and has been hacking up all sorts of crap. Luckily he isn't going with us. Use the floo power I sent, I stopped to look in the envelope, and found a small purple bag with dusty contents. to get here on Friday at 7:00 in the morning if you want to come. If you don't show up within a half an hour we'll leave without you. The beach we're going to is in a remote aria the muggles don't know about, but a few members of the ministry will be there.
-Ron
I smiled and ran downstairs to tell my parents. Friday was tomorrow so I'd have to do some mega begging.
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