Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor am I making ANY money off this story. Not even a penny :( and I love pennies oh so much...
My life took an unsuspected turn. It went from "that girl in the back" to "new chic." I know, I know, if you went to my school, The Oaks, you would know. Even though we were at the young age of eleven, the school was like a stereotypical highschool. Gossiping girls at the "Popular table", the nerds at the "Lame table" and then the regular people at the "Regular tables." I hate my school, but no longer will I have to worry about those rich girls and perverted guys. For, some creepy old dude told me I was a witch. How do you take that seriously? I have no clue.
I woke up immediately the next day. Of course, I'm excited to go to Hogwarts, after all, it's a school named after a Hog's wart! How can that not be awesome?
So, I throw on whatever my hand found. A gray and baggy mickey mouse shirt (the classical one with the red pants and yellow shoes), black leather jacket, a droopy yellow tutu, a spiked choker, and old combat boots. I scribble on some eyeliner and mascara. Leaning back from the mirror, I study my work, and shake my head. My skins too pale, my blue eyes are too light, my lips are too red, and I absolutely despite the loose black curls I have.
My whole closet is thrown into one large leopard patterned suitcase. I bring some normal-human stuff in a yellow cloth bag. Or... Muggle stuff, like my iPod. God, I cannot live without music!
My mom comes up. She has the same piercing blue eyes and pale skin. Her hair is ridiculously blonde and has the same wavy ringlets as mine. Thank goodness my mother's tall, so I wouldn't have to be one of those midgets. That fact is basically the only thing I like about myself. As you can see, my self confidence isn't necessarily the highest. "We gotta go." She threw at me a cereal bar. "Thanks!" I catch it. She walks out the room. I grab my suitcase, swing my yellow bag of Muggle things over my shoulder, and run downstairs.
We run outside and jump into her BMW convertible. We put on our retro shades in unison and cruise out the drive way. We arrive at the Airport. Did I mention I live in California? My mom hands me a plane ticket. "I'll write." She smiles and looks fondly at her big Barn Owl in a silver cage. I pick up my snowy owl, , after giving my mom a hug.
I enter the surprisingly quite airport. My suitcase was sent away and my passport was shown over and over again.
The moment I got to the area I board, it was time to get on. A tear rolled down my cheek as I stepped on board and found my seat. It was the first time I left the State. In the past, my plan was to leave with my mom and go to Italy. Now, I'm going alone. To London.
I sat down on the blue-cushioned seat. My mind shut off completely when the air attendant explained how to put on life jackets. My eyes feasted on beautiful ocean below me when the airplane flew up. Good bye California.