A/N I'm hoping that this won't turn out to be a Mary-Sue story :(. But, if it does, I'll try to fix it! So, this is the story of an eleven year old girl, who just found out that she's a wizard. She is one year behind Harry Potter.
I'm Charity Sage Harwell, weird name I know. But, back to the point more people call me Char(A/N The ar is pronounced like air).I'm eleven years-old. I have auburn,frizzy, and curly hair. I'd say it's medium length, but everyone's opinion is different. I have to wear stupid square glasses,which I hate. I'm around 4'5 feet tall(a/nI can't measure with meters, sorry.). I have freckles that I hate,a lot. Well, more than a lot. I'm also very clumsy, always tripping over my own feet. Once I fell up the stairs, but that's a whole,different story. I was originally raised in Manhattan, New York in the United States, but when I was one year old, I moved to London with my mum.
"Charity, supper's ready," My brown-haired mum said, peeking her head into my room.
My mother was this smiley-bubbly woman, who looks older than she really is, because she works 6 days a week. That only leaves one day and few hours to visit with her. I know what your thinking, where the heck is your father? Long story short, he kicked the bucket five years ago.
I got off my bed, stretched, and walked into our small kitchen. I looked at our table, which was very small and looked like it was about to break, and on it was a very classy meal, hamburgers with sweet tea. If you couldn't tell I was being sarcastic when I said classy.
I sat down at the table with Mum, whom was already munching down on her hamburger. "How was your day, honey?" She asked once she swallowed her food and drank a small amount of tea.
"The usual, Alexis bullying me, crap for lunch, tons of homework, and a lot of other things I don't want to bore you to death with. So, how was your day at work?" I asked her.
My mom ran a small bookstore near the subway station. It didn't pay well, but it was good enough to buy cheap food and pay off the house.
She sighed,"We sold two books that cost ten pounds in all. We got a one pound tip from this old, rich lady."
"Oh," I said.
We ate the rest of our meal in silence, not wanting to talk anymore. That's pretty much how every supper goes, every night.
After supper, I went to my room to do my homework. I sucked at math, science, and history. I decided to tackle the worst first, which was math. I looked at one question and thought that the I might just have to bang my head on my desk, just out of the headache that was already beginning to arrive. I put down the math and decided to try science. I looked at it, even worse. "If this is as hard as math and science, I'm screwed," I told my self.
I took out my history sheet and looked at it. I'm screwed. Oh well, I usually am.
I did my English writing, easily. There was no writing homework, for some reason my writing teacher went all soft today.
Before I knew it, the clock already read 11:00 pm. I would get in serious trouble if my mum found out that I stayed up later than 12:00. "I better shower," I thought aloud.
I stepped into the shower and wash my hair and body(A/N If it was more descriptive, it would b D!). I put on my sleep shirt and swear jeans.
After blow drying me hair and combing it out, I lied down on my twin bed. I had the weirdest dream ever, a bum was chasing me down the road.
A/N Was it good? Please tell me!