Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice
*Age 9*
"Bushy!"
I sighed.
It was her. Again.
I really wished she would find someone else to pick on.
Someone else who had ugly hair, big teeth, liked weird things, and who all the strange things would happen to, instead of me.
I mean, I didn't really hope she would find someone else to pick on. I just hoped she would stop picking on me.
And I didn't think she would do that unless she did have someone else to pick on.
Mum says she's just jealous of me.
But I really can't see why.
She's got nice straight hair, she's got lots of pretty cloths, everybody likes her, she's always got good marks.
I get better marks than her.
But that's only because I study so much.
It's like that is the only way to get back at her.
I haven't got anything to call her. She isn't ugly, or strange, or weird.
She's a perfect little girl.
I heard Miss Briggs say that once.
But I get better marks.
She'll never be the first of our class, I won't let her.
If I have to study every day instead of read or play, I will do that.
Because it's the only way I can get back at her. I'll never be pretty, or normal. I'll never have small teeth, or like the things everybody likes.
Daddy says she'll get wiser when she grows up, and that I shouldn't listen to her, because she isn't right, and she doesn't really know what she's saying.
But when is she going to grow up?
Because right now it hurts when she calls me all those things, and I can't not listen to her, I just can't.
I try to, I really do, but everything she says is true.
I do have ugly hair, not nice and straight, like her. Or long and curly, like Chloë.
I do have big teeth, and even if daddy says it's just now, that it'll change, that doesn't make them less big.
I do like weird things, like reading old books, and listening to old '50s rock, and watching the sky, without really doing anything.
And strange things do always happen to me. Like yesterday, when no one wanted to be my partner for tennis. And then suddenly I hit every ball just out of their reach. Or last year, when my hair was cut shorter, so it was even bigger than normal, and suddenly it just became longer again. Or when I was 5, and I had a little hole in my tooth, and when mummy drilled it, the hole was just gone.
I guess I'll never be like her, like them. And I really don't like it. Because that means that for the rest of primary school, she'll pick on me.
And then we'll go to highschool, and she'll still be in my class, because it's the same school as our primary school, and there'll be other people, and she'll get them to do the same.
And then it'll be all these people I don't even really know picking on me, for something I can't even help.
I'm close to our classroom, it's almost time for the first lesson.
"Bushy!"
And I walk on.
So here you have it: chapter one of a new fanfic. This suddenly came to me while trying to get through my last course, and I decided to upload this first. I'll try and update Leaving Home tomorrow or sunday, and I should be able to tell you when I will update again for both stories by then.
I hope you liked it, if you did, or have any comments, remarks, questions, ...: please let me know and review!