Hey guys! this is my first fanfiction! I hope you like...it's rated M for later chapters...I'll post a new chapter when I get 5 reviews! BTW, Ron will be involved when she gets to Hogwarts...just wait and see...
I was a sixteen-year-old ginger American kid when I was shipped off to England. My parents had tired of putting up with their child, and it suited them to see me go off to a prestigious boarding school in the U.K. I guess the further they sent me away, the more they could pretend that I didn't exist, or that I wasn't a witch. Whatever… I really didn't care. I hated them as much as they hated me.
I boarded the plane at JFK airport right after my mother gave me her famous 'glass kiss' as I preferred to call them. A kiss that she gave people that couldn't stand, as well as her own daughter. It consisted of a light peck on each cheek and a fake smile to top it all off... She couldn't mess up her impeccable red lips, or her false lashes with tears. Again, I really didn't care, I couldn't wait to get out of the country, and out of their radar.
I slipped off my green oxford chucks (my mother hates them) to go through security, and handed over my black Prada bag (a compromise), my carry-on dying to get the fuck out of here. I was an embarrassment, one of the rich kids who could have everything they want, but instead, insists on being everything that their parents asks them not to be. It wasn't like a planned on being a witch. In all technicality, I was a half-blood. My mother was a squib, and was just fine with being that. She married into the high society of America, and left her pure-blood British family behind not caring about magic. Much to my father's surprise, when I was three years old, I sent a bowling ball through the huge picture window of our 5th Avenue penthouse apartment, from the outside. He had told me that he couldn't take me to the carnival like he had promised, but that Felicity, our Irish maid could take me. I was angry because he had promised to spend the day with me… But of course it didn't work like that…
My mother had to break the nasty truth to him, and he almost left her… And of course, my mother blames all her marital problems on her oldest child. Much to my dismay, my brother turned out completely normal. When I got to junior high age, my mother sent me to spend my summers with my Grandparents so they could teach me to control my magic. Of course grandma taught me to do much more than that. She took me to Ollivanders when I was 11, and bought me a Nimbus. She wished that I could go to Hogwarts, but my mother would never approve of that. She had to keep up appearances. Ha! Whatever.
This year, my mom finally compromised, and told me that I could go to Hogwarts, if I allowed her to take me shopping, and dress me, and pick the vacation spot…So now I am dressed like a pompous bitch, with 18 platinum credit cards, and a St. Bart's tan. Well, it was more of mesh of freckles.
I found my seat in the second class lounge. Of course I wouldn't give my mother the satisfaction that I had actually used the 4,000 dollar 1st class ticket. I'd refunded it, bought a second class ticket, and pocketed the rest of the cash… Maybe I would give it to some random hobo when I got off at Heathrow. Ha, who knew. I plugged into my ipod, one of the few muggle things I knew I would be taking to Hogwarts, and began to think of all the fabulous things that would take place at the ancient castle. All I knew, it was bound to be a lot more interesting then the Upper East Side of Manhattan.