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The Secrets Challenge.
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Notice Me
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Everybody has a secret. Everybody has that one thing that they don't want anybody else to know, would die if anybody else found out. I am no different.
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I watch her as she glides across the common room. She moves with such elegance, it's hard to explain, it is almost as though she floats. She has as much grace walking as she does when she flies. I watch her as she sits down on his lap and flings her arms around him. He accepts her advances, and laughs as she whispers something into his ear. It is then that she seems to feel my eyes upon them, and turns to see who is watching them interact. She looks to the left, to the right, to the left again before turning away. I don't understand how she doesn't see me, but then again I shouldn't be surprised.
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I am at practice, and I am excited, it's the first one of the new school year. I have a great idea for a new play, I have spent the summer perfecting it. Everyone is chatting away, excited, congratulating our new captain. I congratulate her too, and why shouldn't I, she deserves it. She is in her element, talking through tactics and plays, explaining them in intricate detail so that when we run them over there should be no room for error. That is just what she is like, she aims high, aims for perfection, never seems to realise how perfect she already is, because if it isn't completely flawless in her eyes, than it isn't worth noting. I try to explain my idea, by it is no use, she is holding the floor, she is holding all their attention. Not one of them see me bursting to divulge my idea. But then can you blame them when she is there?
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It is her last day at the school, she is graduating. I fight with the other well wishers to make her hear my farewells, my promises to keep in contact. I am not sure she heard, she never responded at any rate.
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It's almost the end of summer and I have not heard from her. It upsets me, but I am not surprised.
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I am back at school now, still waiting on a reply from her. I wrote to ask if she wants to meet in Hogsmeade. I know she is busy. I know there is a war. I know I am probably the last person she thinks of.
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I am in a hospital bed, unsure of how I got here. Apparently I was cursed. It was a necklace I am told. I am not too interested in that though. I have seen something else that catches my eye. It is a letter. She has written to me. She wants to know if I am ok, if there is anything she can do for me, she wants to apologise for not contacting me sooner.
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It is a few months later and she has sent me another letter, she wants to know if I am fully recovered yet, if there was any lasting damage. It makes me smile.
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Yes everybody has secrets. Everybody has that one thing that they don't want anybody else to know, would die if anybody else found out. I am no different.
People would recoil from me if they knew the truth, if they knew my secret. My secret that I liked what happened and that I wouldn't change it. They would probably frown on me if I told them that being cursed by that necklace was one of the best things that happened to me.
But it's true. I liked it. I liked the attention I got from it. Most of all I liked that it made her notice me, because that is my even bigger secret.
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I love her.
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Authors Note: I just quickly typed this up for the challenge. I have never thought of writing Katie Bell before and when she was my prompt I have no clue what to write. It was actually my mate who gave me the idea, when she said, "The only interesting thing that happens to her is when she gets cursed!" So I kind of just went from there. I really love feedback, both good and bad, so please tell me what you think by reviewing!
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