Literally no one should read this, I don't know what possessed me to write something so sad (at least in my opinion it's sad).

Dear Jessie,

I'm only writing to you because there's no one here who I can talk to, I mean really talk to. You already know about me, and I know you won't judge me. I'm a little nervous, being here for the first time. I've never been away from home for longer than a couple of nights. And everyone stares at me with the strangest look. They don't really understand me, and they obviously don't care.

I guess if someone a year younger than me was suddenly transferred into my year, I'd be a little confused too. Especially when that someone has never even attended Hogwarts before. I wonder why everyone else got to start when they were eleven, and I'm just starting now, and I'm already fourteen. I can't go into much detail about my classes here, I guess that's the only thing you wouldn't understand. But I can tell about my other problem.

There's this girl, a year above me, and she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She's super smart too, and loyal to her friends, and funny and kind, and beautiful. But she doesn't even glance my way. I know that I'm the only American in this school, and I'm the only one to have skipped a grade even though there are some much more qualified people. But couldn't she at least say 'hi' to me, just once?

I know you probably want to hear all about her now. Well, her name is Hermione Granger. She's sixteen. She's always hanging out with a ginger and a kid with funny glasses whenever I happen to see her, and they all seem close. I'm kind of envious, actually. You're my closest friend, and you're still all the way back in the States while I'm stuck at this freak show of a boarding school.

The headmaster (principal) is absolutely bonkers, as are most of the professors (teachers). And there is a really big sport here called quidditch. It's kind of like soccer, but different. It's a really big deal.

I share a room with five other girls, and so far, none of them have said more than a collective ten words to me. I always thought that I stood out back home, and that I would finally be able to fit in here. Instead, I'm even more isolated from my peers than I've ever been. No one my age wants to talk to me, and no one in my year wants anything to do with me.

It's so lonely here, and I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't because you wouldn't understand, because I'm different than you. I'm a freak, even among the freaks. This is just so aggravating. And I know I'm not a genius or anything, but Hermione could at least give me the courtesy of responding when I say 'hello' to her first. It's not like I was trying to come onto her or anything, I was just being friendly.

I mean, I know that same-sex relationships aren't looked at with the same openness that they supposedly are in America, but I never did anything to indicate that I was attracted to her. What do I do, I have no idea what to do. And I'm going to end up tossing this letter in the same pile as the rest of them, because even if I mailed them, you would never read them.

I wasn't surprised at all that I got into Slytherin House when I first got here. That's probably why Hermione never spares me a moment of her time. Slytherin is for the 'bad kids'. And I'm the worst among them, after what I did to you…

I'll never be able to fix that. I should have somehow known how to control my magic. I shouldn't have drawn the attention of a European school for witches and wizards all the way from across the ocean. I shouldn't have let you be hurt by me. Someday, I might have the strength to actually send you some of these letters, but that's a long way away. I don't even hope for your forgiveness, you know, just that you'll be alright.

I guess that's all for now.

Yours always,

Sophie