Prologue: Keyboard Mufflers and Writing Contests
Ok so I know I haven't updated Life with the Shadowhunters like I wanted to but I just saw the new Harry Potter movie and then I had a dream about Harry Potter so I got inspired to write Harry Potter. I already have everything up to chapter 3 or 4 planned so hopefully I can keep this story going and hopefully finish. So I will continue working on my MI fic but this is my big story at the moment. I hope you enjoy it!
Click. Click click. Clickity click.
'Huh. Never knew typing could be that annoying,' I muttered. 'I wonder if there's a muffler or something for keyboards?'
I sighed and leaned back into my chair. I closed my eyes and groaned. Why must writing be so difficult? I hated writing with a passion. Never liked it, never will. Though apparantly, I was amazing at it. All my teachers praised my writing and submitted my things for contests. Every essay, story, even my notes. I had just been entered in a fanfiction contest. You had to write a story about a book you'd read and use as many of the characters as you could. But you also had to insert your own character into the story, preferably yourself.
So, here I was, trying to write a story on the Harry Potter series. I had chosen this series only because of the Marauders. I had always loved the sensitive Remus, the love-struck James, the quiet Peter, even the constantly pranking Sirius. Even though J.K. Rowling never wrote much about the Marauders, I was fascinated by them. I even had had a couple dreams about them, though I wasn't eager to admit that to people. So now, I was writing about the Marauders meeting my character. Or, at least attempting to.
I just couldn't figure out how to introduce my character. I couldn't make them go to Hogwarts all of a sudden because, well, my character was a Muggle-born. That would just take to much time. I wanted to make my character know about the wizarding world. And besides, pretty much every other contestant would be doing that. I had to make my story memorable. Something the judges would never forget. I sat back up and looked at the blank screen of my computer. I stared at it, hoping it would type something by itself. I kept staring and saw a pinprick of black in the middle of the screen.
It grew bigger and bigger until it was half the size of the moniter. I got up, thoroughly freaked out, and backed away. I tripped and fell and then the blackness consumed me.