Disclaimer: The 2 authors of this story own EVERYTHING in this chapter, err... except broom brands, and houses... Well. Yeah. But anyway... READ IT!
Chapter One
Chelsea
I sat in my room, not happy with how my summer was really going. I had finally turned thirteen on July seventh and I hadn't really been hearing from Michelle. I sat on my bed, looking out the window. Ever since my family had moved here from Maryland of the good old United States I always felt like the outcast. Until I had met Mich. She was from New York, and had the attitude of a snake. It was always funny to be with her, she was sorted into Slytheirn, and I was in Hufflepuff. The two of us broke all the rules, and it was not fun, but on the irony part, we had fun doing it.
I peered out the window. The early August look settling in on the street. My eyes closed and I drifted into a light sleep. I sat there for the better part of an hour and a half, just half sleeping. I woke up to the sound of a light pecking on the window. I opened my eyes and let the sun beams of the early morning pour in. Standing up, I focused the few on the tapping to see an owl perched on my window box; I opened the door and took the letter from it beak.
The owl took a drink of water I offered it and was on its way. I shut the window and looked at the letter, it was addressed to me. I opened it to see a letter scribbled in it from Michelle. I sat down and started to read it.
Chelsea,
It's like I was asking for the world to end or something. Mom went all crazy when I asked her; nicely I would like to add, for a freaking broom stick. I just want something better then the one that my grandfather enchanted for me. It's really hard to be a chaser on a broom that selects its own speed!
I am so mad.
So I am sitting here, three thirty in the morning with nothing better to do…because it's not like I can just go outside and practice Quidditch or anything! I hope your broom hunting is going better! This summer has just been one of those summers where you just sit on your bed and wish that someone would write to you or that time would go ever so faster and school would start. Wow. I want school to start…a first.
Well…I just wanted to scribble this. WRITE BACK AND THIS TIME I REALLY MEAN IT!
Michelle
I laughed as I finished reading it. It was good to know she hadn't changed much. I took a piece of parchment and decided to write this letter ASAP. We lived fairly close to each other sixty miles or so, so it was easy to keep in touch. My quill was a black feather and I used simple black ink. I didn't know what to write though. Maybe I would write about my broom hunt.
Howdy Mich,
Well, yeah, I mean…yeah. My broom hunt is going somewhat better. At least I didn't have a broom like you! HAHAHA! I got a cleansweep, a newer version. It's pretty nice; my dad took me to this vacant field to practice my beater skills before school started on the new broom. I would like to say…I haven't lost my touch! Bet you have though! You can't even practice with the piece of shit you have! Haha!
No but, really, it's nice. Hey, maybe we should start a 'Lets buy the mean Slytherin a better broom fund!' I'd be up to it. Maybe we can get you a cleansweep…or somehow save up for a Firebolt! That would be so awesome; you'd be as good as Harry Potter! If not better!
Well, I dunno what else to really say, other then…
HAHAHAH!
Wow.
Anyway, we need to get together before school starts! I haven't seen you in real life since the end of last year! We totally should just stay at someone's house until school starts. What about it?
Write back ASAP.
Chello
Chello was the nickname I appointed myself last year. It was sort of funny how we came up with it. We were sitting in the back of class and making fun of our names. Michelle was suddenly like…CHELLO! She pretty much squeaked it. It stuck with me every since…in a way. We had fun calling me that in detention that night for disrupting class. I laughed and folded up the parchment, shoved it into a piece of paper and wax stamped it shut.
I lept from my chair and sprinted from my room, the house was blue from the early morning shine. I got on my butt, slid down the stairs, and grabbed the family owl…Wilson.
"Take it to Michelle. Please…it's kinda urgent…" I said to him petting him on the beak. It was urgent because I wanted to get together with her. It would take an hour to get there…two at tops, so I was sure this was going to be one of those days that made both of family's annoyed when owls kept screeching at the windows. I walked over to the couch and leaned over the back to the window; I opened it and let Wilson out. The couch was comfortable so I laid on it, and drifted asleep for a second time in the morning.