Another boring, dull, and uninteresting day or so I thought. Forrest Grove Junior HIgh was the learning facility that I attended back then. You know, I'm glad I left. My name is Chanelle Tyson, an 8th grader, rather popular too. My closest friend is Carmen Allred. I was the basketball player, the scholar, the musician. Carmen was the gymnast, the grammerist, the obsessor. That's all you need to know about us for now. Except I was the better looking. One more thing is we were constantly getting in trouble, by our prinicipal, Mr. Sanchevy. They say to spell "principal" as in the leader of the school with a pal at the end because he's your pal Not in our case. This time, we just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Just bad luck, Of course, naturally, we got blamed. Not one believed it was Allision Brodd and Benjamin Roughton. Why would they? They never got in trouble. So, for about the 8th time that year, (and it was still August), we went into the office and took our seats. "This is that last straw," said Mr. Sanchevy. "And I mean it this time." I just smiled to myself. He always told us that. "They want you anyway. So I'll just send you this time," he contiued. Carmen and I glanced at each other. Neither of us knew what he was talking about. "Chanelle, Carmen, this is your last day at Forrest Grove." he finally said. My mouth dropped. I started stammering. The thing we had been framed for doing was harrasing little kids. That only gets you a day of detention. I should know. "It's time for you to know the truth," Sanchevy said. "What you really are. Why you are so popular, the reason of your academic sucess and the immense behavioral problems." Now I was really confused. Carmen had a glazed look on her face. "Your wizards," Sanchevy simipily. "I'm a wart?" Carmen and I said in unsion, then we bursted out laughing. Mr. Sanchvy looked annoyed. "I'm serious," he said. Those two words shut us up. "Well, actually, your more like witches, or wizadettes, but that's beyond the point. Hogpillows have been after me to send you to to them since this summer. At first I was reluctant, but then you started to harass little kids. So I had no choice." After I dwelled on it for a second. I realized something. "So...that means we get to meet Draco Malfoy!" I yelled. Carmen's eyes lit up. "And Hermione Granger," she added "And Harry Potter," I said "And Ron Weasley," "And Dumbledore," "And-" "NO!" Mr. Sanchevy yelled. "Harry Potter is totally fiction. Just ask J.K. Rowling. Tommorow, you will catch a flight to London and buy supplies. Already got it booked. Already called your parents. Got the arrangements all set so leave and enjoy your day." He shoved us out of the office and left us in a daze. We trotted back to our class in silence. It was horrible. We had to pass the scenc of the crime and little kids were crying. One of them gave us the finger. Must have been looking at pics of Aaron Carter. * * * * * The rest of the day was filled with tears of sadness once our departure was known. No one would've known about 'cept that Mr. Sanchevy announced that we've been expelled (which was totally untrue). Five people asked for my autograph that day. Said that they were going to sell it on e- bay, hmmmm. Carmen had to leave her boyfriend, Lue Woodchuck behind. Poor her. Like I said, many tears were shed. Told you I was popular. But I still didn't know about the whole "wizard" thing. I never performed any "magic" except for those little trick fake tricks your get in those bogus kits. I didn't have a scar on my forehead. I'm pretty sure no one in my family is "magical". Once I got home, I tried to turn my brother into a MP3 player but it turns out that my parents are magical but decided to live a normal life and not tell me the truth. I guess it didn't work. Maybe he was just trying to get rid of us, that Sanchevy guy. After trying to do the spells from Harry Potter books and movie, I forced to go the bed, becuase I had an "early" night the next day. I think they were afraid. SO I went the bed that night, or should I say late evening, with confused thoughts, like "Why?". And the dream I had just made it worst. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy doing the Gaelic Waltz with random female proffessors. Then when I asked what they were doing, they turned me into a MP3 player. The next dream was me getting hair tips from Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley trying to dye my hair red. WHen I tried to escape, Hagrid came and said, "This here ain't an escape passage. Now sit back down." Finally, I fell into a dreamless sleep, which lasted for an hour before I heard my alarm clock going off. I was off to the airport.