Chapter 1: school

"Think about this logically…"

The bell ringed to signal lunch as begin. As I picked up my note bag, I headed off to the lunch area. Thinking about how, strange my school is. Mixing up chemistry with stupid names that are also names for potions that are mention in books. Maybe the teacher is trying to teach us in a different name. Not to mention it was actually kind of fun since everyone in the class loved the different style.

It's a completely stupid way to do so, I believe.

As I sit in a corner on the sitting of a bench out side, I pulled out a copy of 'Vigue-Martin Atlas of the human body', and a bottle of strawberry Gatorade. As I flipped through the chapter on the skeletal system, I found my self looking up. Something had screeched out in annoyance. Thinking this was one of the weird people out here, I rolled my eyes.

Not a good thing to do.

Something nipped my ear at that moment as I went back to looking for the chapter on the sensory system. A yelp escapes from my mouth and turn quickly. My pupils widen and mouthed drop. What in the fucking world….

A golden eyed, falcon hawk, extremely tired looking and pissed off. Stared daggers into my eyes of the shade of dog crap.

In the beck of the owl held a thick looking letter. Dropping the letter without leaving eye contact landed gracefully into my lap. Snapping, the bird stared furiously at my lunch bag. Pulling out a chunk of chicken I handed over to the bird. Greedily the bird wolf that down hooted, and flew off in energy.

Getting over this whole incident I intentionally went to my letter. It was addressed to me,

Miss. Shannon Tharp

School bench, Monroe High school, Washington

This was making me twitch in the eyes, and raise my heart rate pump up faster. Slowly I open the strange envelope. Finding two strange letters, one was…. "Miss. Tharp the principal need to see you." A security guard said, as he stared at me in strangeness.

Nodding I got up and packed my belongings.

In my life I never have been in the OFFICE. I was a good student, quiet, and controlled student. I should not being going to THE OFFICE. Biting my lower lip in stress; I step into THE OFFICE. The principle seems mighty pleased, and smiling.

"Good evening Miss. Tharp. Would you let me see the letter." He said smiling. Handing over the letter, I sat down. The shiny, name plate on his desk read "Mr. Peterson." Snapping from my distraction, I looked up at the official.

"Awe my old friend; he invited you to change school." Mr. Peterson explained. "Change schools? To where? Why?" I asked, as quickly a he said it.

"To Hogwarts, It's a school for very special kids, understand." He slowly explained. "Sir, not to be rude, But I can understand hard stuff next to the complete buffoons in this internal hell we call school." I explained. This principle laughed, "ah good then. So you understand that you're one of the highest students with scores…" "Yes I know sir." I finished.

His nose sneered in annoyance.

"This school is for magically gifted. I guess you are, do you or not want to go." He quickened to the point. The only reaction I gave him was a blank stare. "Look your parents just been inform and there proud of you." He also added in. "So your choice?"

"Where is this held?" I asked, questionably. "Hogwarts is in England."

Yes or no?

Get out of this school, or go to a school with some freaks, that wear some sort's cloaks and do witchcraft? Leave my warm home, and family?

The principle like a mind reader nodded, "you made a good decision. Hogwart it is." My eyes widen, "wait!!!" before I get to tell anymore like always he called out "I know all." winking, as he called up someone. Leaning it the chair, my heart raced. My brown hair fell into my face.

'how would someone so ordinary and plain like me get to … do something like this!!?' my thoughts poured in 'I deserve this don't i! all that studying!!'

Mr. Peterson handed over a old looking shoe. "this will help you get over to your step family that will be taking care of you. Your parents are already packed your things so you should get there quickly." H e advised. Confused, I nodded, "s..sure."

As I grabbed the shoe, there was swirling and more. Closing my eyes I felt like I landed on a soft carpet. Getting up, holding my head in with a tannish hand. My eyes regained focus and consitrated on where i was.

"good even, sunshine!" a voice called out. Looking up at this plump woman, with a heart warming smile he surprised me. "I'm Mrs. Peterson, Johnny's mother." She said. Giving her blank look, I asked "Johnny?" "your principle." She looked embarresed of that. "im so proud one of his students were chosen!" he bragged.

Nodding I squinted my eyes, man where did my contact go.

After the whole thing with Mrs. Peterson, and her whole ego boost about her son. I found my self in a kitchen with her relitives, who warmenly welcomed me here. There was atless 10 people with little little kids.

One in pacticular kid, caught my attention. He was talking about how there were these great students at Hogwarts and they were going to teach him to be a prankster. "There the Marauders! My brother got good rep with them! If I get too know them good enough there going to teach me everything!" this boy could not of been the age of 10.

"Hey Yankie-lady ( a nickname amongst the children for me I guess) is there sny prankster in your school??" this boy asked me. Frowning, I shook my head "no I don't think so… there were some stink bombs going off a lot.." I explained, "Stink bombs? Are those like Dungbombs?" he asked. Confused I shook my head 'yes'.