Hello. I am Jaimie. No Duh. This is my first time using html, so if it doesn't turn out it's because I'm an ametuer. I don't think that's how you spell it. Oh well. Okay, anyway I am totally off topic. The fic. Yes. Let me find it... Ah here it is.
Oooooookay.....
A/N- If you don't like stories that make little or no sense, you probably won't like this, but R/R anyway! Oh, and no flames, just constructive criticism
Disclaimer-You know the drill. Yada yada belongs to yada yada. Figure it out.
It all started in math class of last year. I was ignoring my math teacher, Mrs. Butler, as usual, when the door burst open
PERSON#1- Where are we?
PERSON#2-This doesn't look like a quidditch field. You didn't get us lost again , did you Ron?
PERSON#3-Hey, I thought I knew where we were going. I must have taken a wrong turn in Miami...
ALL THE HARRY POTTER FANS IN MY CLASS-AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PERSON #1(Harry Potter)-What?
ME-You're fictional! You don't really exist! You can't be in my classroom, it's impossible! Why am I yelling!
HARRY-Hey, you're the one writing this.
ME- Oh yeah.
EVERYONE ELSE IN MY CLASS-Huh?
MS. BUTLER-Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart, got lost in the game, oh baby baby...
PERSON #2(Hermione Granger)-Okay, that is just scary.
JERRICA (A girl in my class who loathes both Harry Potter and Britney Spears)-*Runs screaming from the room.*
MRS. FERRACHI(My Principal)-What is the meaning of this?
MS. BUTLER-You see my problem is this.. I'm dreamin' away..Wishin' that heroes they truly exist
MRS. FERRACHI-Yes I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady, all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating..
Meanwhile...
Harry, as J.K.Rowling forgot to tell you, is extreemely claustrophobic. As all the Harry Potter fans are crowding around him, asking for his autograph, he can't breathe. Dunno why they even want his autograph, anyway, as he's a fictional character.
ME-Do you people want to kill him?
They suddenly stop asking for autographs and back away.
HARRY-*gasp* thanks *gasp*
ME-Don't mention it.
Person #3 (Who, as you've probably figured out by now, is Ron Weasley) Is-I mean was-looking through the math books.
RON-Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNG!!!!!!!!!!!
RON-Aaaaah!!
ME- You guys had better get going, it's time for my next class.
H,H,&R-Bye!
There is a flash of light, and they are gone.