This is a narrative that I had to write for school it has no purpose and it's not true. But I did change the characters names and who a few other people are.
One sunny Saturday morning I woke up and felt a little strange. My head was spinning and my bed felt smaller. I laid there for lord knows how long trying to get the dizziness to stop. When I opened my eyes it just got worse. Several thoughts crossed my mind but this one was the loudest. OMG! What if I'm really sick and need to go to the hospital?
When I got up I went to the bathroom and casted a look at myself in the mirror. I stopped and turned to look back, that isn't me, I thought. Then I realized it was and I looked about seventeen. My short bushy brown hair was long and strait with a light curl, and my face looked much more mature than seven year olds should. My eyes were chocolate brown instead of mud, my skin was evenly tan, and (to my horror) I had breast. I screamed at the top of my lunges, and my family and best friend barged in.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" mom asked.
"It's me Hermione." I said.
"No you're not Hermione is seven." said dad.
"Were calling the cops." said mom.
"No I can prove its me."
"How?" said my best friend Mary.
"Mary two months ago you were caught smoking by your parents."
"Hermione it is you" said Mary.
"How do we know someone didn't tell you that" asked dad.
"I only ever told Hermione about it and I don't think that she would betray me."
"Fair enough" said mom, "what happened? Why do you look like this?"
"I don't know I woke up and I was like this."
That day and the one after we went from doctor to doctor trying to find a way to change me back. The all basically said the same thing, "Whatever sick game you're playing it's not going to work on me." On Monday everyone was depressed, but there was one good thing in this. IT WAS SUMMER VACATION! And mom and dad didn't have to work this week or the next. Friday rolled around and Mary wanted to race me across the street.
We didn't bother looking both ways, and when someone yelled "look out" it was too late. Mary was right behind me and we both got hit by the semi. When I woke up I didn't recognize the room I was in it had white walls, floor and ceiling. I felt something on my arm and head, and I heard a beeping sound. Mom had seen that I was awake and yelled for dad to get in there.
"Hermione how are you feeling, sweetheart." Dad asked. "Fine I guess," then I remembered, "Where is Mary is she alright?" "Calm down Hermione she's she's…fine," but she said this with tears in her eyes. Later on I found out that Mary had died on impact. I didn't go into depression not until after the funeral; I had to make sure that this was real. I did change back to myself, though I'm not happy about it. Because to become me again I lost my best friend, the one who knew everything about me and me her.
We were the town's sunshine's, and the suns light were almost gone. We couldn't pretend that what happened was just a dream, because Mary is dead and I have a scar from it. On my right arm a constant reminder, of everything. It took almost a year to get me out of my depression, but the town's sunshine is back even though it's dimmer than before. And it got brighter when I got my Hogwarts letter.