Author's Notes: I know, I know. I've got to update on Sia White. But I've got this HUMONGOUS writer's block. Instead of just stopping my brain to think, it gave these really cool ideas. And i couldn't help myself. But if anybody has ideas for Sia White, then write them with the reviews.
Disclaimer: Sia walks up and taps the microphone.' now I would like to say that-" a big cane came out stage and dragged her away. A girl about 5'2'' with brown eyes and black hair with blue glasses comes up.' I own nothing that you know and everything that you don't,'
Full Summery:
Sirius Black had a daughter. Her name is Josephine Black. Matilda, Sirius's wife, died giving birth.
Because of Sirius getting locked away in Azkaban, Josephine was sent to her Uncle.
She got abused more then Harry. Once she starts Hogwarts, she discovers that
Harry, Hermione, Draco, Neville and Luna, along with her, were
Elementals. Harry: Lightning; Josephine: Water;
Hermione: Air; Draco: Fire;
Neville: Earth;
Luna: Spirit.
Now she has to gain trust with them, prove her dad innocent and show Harry how manupilative
Dumbledore, Ron, Ginny, Molly and Charlie were.
But, Time's running out. And Josephine is broken.
Who will help her pick up the pieces?
A certin boy with the same problems as her?
But wait, there are three boys that fit the description.
So who is it?
Read on to find out!
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" You Bitch!," he screamed in my face, spit flying everywhere. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and slammed my face against the wall. I could feel hot liquid rolling down my face. " how could you get 99%?! Haven't I told you that you need to have 100% in every subject? you better not influence Mikayla," he said threateningly.
Yeah, Mikayla, queen snob. Can get F's and dad doesn't even touch a finger on her hair. While me, let's just say that I have been to the Hospital way too many times to be healthy.
I heard a crack and suddenly my head felt like it was on fire. I could see Mikalya, sitting on the chair and sucking a lollipop like what she was watching was a movie. I felt a wave of fury burst inside of me. I felt the window break open and darkness overcame my mind.
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The next day I woke up in my room/closet. I found out that my left wrist was sprained and I had a fracture on my skull. I had deep gashes on my arms and legs. That wasn't too bad. I've had worse. I let my thoughts wander. I wasn't even good enough to have a room that was bigger then 3 yards by 3 yards. But, that was my life since the day my mom died. She died giving birth to me. I think that that day was my worst and happiest days of my life.
My life consisted of waking up in the morning, dragging myself to get a small piece of toast. Then, it was chore time. Chore time usually lasted till 7pm. After that, I had an hour to do what I wanted. Then, I came home and ate dinner. I didn't have lunch. After dinner, I did my homework and read. And if i had school that day, then most likely a beating came after dinner. Then he day started over again.
I slowly trekked towards the bathroom. There was a mirror right in the middle. I saw a scrawny girl with too pale skin and too big eyes. They were electric blue, my eyes i mean. They were like the vast sky, but bright. Sometimes, I could swear that there was waves in my eyes. But, I knew that was impossible. My eyes were one of the best features I had. The other was my hair. It was like a river, flowing down my back in waves and ending with curls. The hair was so deep black that it looked like purple. My lips were okay and were the color of a wilting blood red rose.
That was me. A short, scrawny kid with too big eyes and too long hair. A girl that looked abnormal.
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I once had a teacher. His name was Mr. Lupin. He taught Mathematics and Launguage Arts. But, then he had to move away. He was the kindest of all the teachers. He had dark brown hair starting at his roots and blond near the end. He had these peculiar amber eyes. A little like mine. Sometimes, it was like there was a fire in his eyes. Mr. Lupin gave me these looks that made me think that he knew more about me then I think. He was my closest adult-figure.
That was how life continued for me. Until, one day when this man with shaggy, black hair that fell over his grey eyes. His eyes where like Mr. Lupin's and mine. Instead of fire or water, his eyes held thunder. He was a tall man, but had a Haunted look to him. Like he's seen something no man should. But I knew right away that this man was my father. My real father.
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