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"No, No, No!" Hermione Granger yelled out. "Again you're doing it wrong!" She told a small brown haired boy on the London Academy School stage.
The boy sighed, this had been the 27th time Hermione had told him this. "Hermione, I'm trying my best! I just can't get this part!" he cry ed out.
"You must try harder! Or I'll cut your part from the play!" Hermione told him.
"But you can't cut my part! I've tryed so hard to do this!" the boy cryed out.
"Then lets get it right this time, okay?" Hermione said.
"OK!" the boy said to her as he went back to his spot on the stage.
It was Hermione's last class of the day, drama. It was not her favorite class in school, but her mum said that joining it would make her have something to do in life then have her nose in a book. The teacher gave her the part of putting the play together, because she had got the best grade in the class and the teacher thought she was ready to put it together.
Hermione was really smart for her age, when it came to having a partner in class everyone would try to to be her's. Hermione had been put in London Academy School for being smart, not rich like most of the kids where. She was the best in class, she had been put inyear eightMath andyearsevenEnglish, so most of the time she was the youngest in the class.
Hermione found herself to be pretty, but not beautiful! She had long light brown hair, it was thick, and really wavy, she liked it but sometimes it was alot of work to make it look nice and notbe like afrizz ball. Her eyes where brown, but a really pretty brown, not a real dark brown. The school uniform she wore was a white blouse (which had a black spot on it now, from her friend Abby little spill in Creative Writing), a blue plaid skirt thats went to her knees, white tights, and a black pair of Mary Jane's.
After seven more times of yelling at the boy to get it right,the bell rang. Hermione picked up her book bag off the floor and walked out the door of the Drama Club. She looked at all the faces that passed, not seeing some thatshe knew.
"Hermione!"
Hermione turned around and smiled, seeing her best friend, Abby running up to her, her Mary Jane'ssliding across the marble floor as she ran.
"Hermione, can your mom give me a ride home today?" Abby asked.
"No, we're going past your house today. Mum has to get home early for a call that she is supposed to get today." Hermione told her.
"Oh okay, I'll see you later" Abby said as she headed for the bus in front of the school.
"Bye" Hermione called to her friend. She watched Abby get on the bus and the bus drive out of sight. Hermione sighed and set on the bus bench as she waited for her mum to come. She took out her Math book and started her homework. After five minutesof waiting, her mum pulled up. Hermione got in her mum's car and shut the door.
"So how was your day?" her mum asked.
"Great as always!" Hermione said smiling.
When the carpulled into the house drive way, Hermione opened the door and ran into the house to her room. She opened her room door and sighed at the mess inside.
"I wish I could just wave my hand over this stuff and it would be clean." she said to herself.
She took her hand and waved it over her room, as if it would work. She sighed, "That would never happen" she said to herself as she left ed her room. If Hermione would have turned back to look at her room she would had seen it was clean.