Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned the Harry Potter series I would just continue to expand it until my heart stopped beating.. not writing fanfiction. But hey, close enough for me!
A/N: Hello, my Gorgeous Woodpeckers and Pussycats, I Welcome You to My Very First Fanfic! Come in and Relax onto A Plush Chair, Try to Enjoy Yourselves and Let Me Know What You Think.
R&R (don't worry about the nature of your thoughts, I'm here to learn from mistakes, not to be killed with kindness :D)
Love, Medley
Falling Clockwise
Chapter-one: A Lion on the Roof
There's a small upper-class neighborhood where every house looks like the dream of the perfect fifties house wife. A two stories cottage with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious kitchen, a garage wide enough to fit two cars and a front porch that gave you a view to your wonderful well-kept garden which was surrounded with a white picket fence. That pattern repeated through the whole block making it seem to passing visitors as if they were looking at the same house again and again. But once you lived there long enough you would start to notice the small things that made them different.
Like the small bowl of cat food by Mrs. Benson's door, the auto proclaimed 'Cat Lady'.
Or the small transparent jar filled with wet cotton and a bean with pods already growing after less than a week, the experiment had been made by Lucas Parker and his overly excited five year old, Thomas Parker.
Two houses down lived Amelia Sounders, the neighborhoods 'Cougar'. A thirty-something year young flirt of a woman that lived for the small things in life. The feel of the afternoon's sun parching her skin, a nice glass of chardonnay and the occasional dalliance with Charles Dawson, the town's mailman and 'a hunk of a man' according with Miss Sounders.
On the next house to the left lived the Granger's, a happy family of three. George and Jean Granger are a couple of dentists with an aversion to imperfection. Nothing in their house was out of place and their garden reflected that. The grass was freshly cut, the bushes perfectly clipped, the house and the fence with the perfect eggshell color. The perfect bay windows. The perfectly washed and waxed BMW. The perfect orange tiled roof. The perfect teenage girl dangling from said roof. Yep that was the boring life of- oh wait a second. What in Circes name is she doing on the roof?
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