Have you ever been to a whole different kind of world; a place where
the imagination runs free and the passion to love runs deeply in your
veins? I have. I never thought I would.
My name is Laverne Flair. You probably think I'm some kind of crazy old fool. It's been nearly 50 years since I ever came back to that wonderland. I miss it. I miss it dearly. I'm back home again, where it all began, where my entire ever-so-called 'dream' has brought to life. I'm not running away from it, anymore.
Let me tell you what really happen. How it all started.
Chapter One - School with Mathew Neil
Schools have always been a crash for me. I never like it. Although, I get amazingly decent grades, I don't enjoy it as much as the others did. The hallways are filled with couples and jocks. Cheerleaders would spring out of the door jumping with their dance steps and shouting all kinds of annoying rhymes. Oh, great, here's one coming right at me..
Hey, hey, hey
Pay attention cause we are.
Cheerleaders
Kicking your bee - hind
Cheerleaders
Stupid, but it still rhymes!
Cheerleaders, cheerleaders, cheerleaders!
We don't get A's -
But we get dates!
Ha!
Cheerleaders!
It gets irritating. The most irritating of all is the ever-so-called 'popular people.' Everyone, whose consider being no one, will do anything to sit next to them in the lunch table or hanging out with them in the mall.
My school is a typical American school. Full of - how you say? - Colorful people. Of course, in every typical American school there is always one loner. I never really consider myself a loner. I have a few friends on my own. But Mathew Neil just recently drops the bomb on me. He said that I must be the most loneliness person in school and I hang out with the dorkiest kids during lunch time. I just ignore him. He says all kinds of things to people everyday. But it hurts. It hurts sometimes and all you really want to do is to get away.
"Don't get it in your head, Laverne," Tawny said while she began tapping my back, "Everyone knows that Mathew is a butthead."
I consider Tawny Johnson to be one of my closest friends. She never complains about anything. She's very attractive in my opinion. Her brown hair slips slightly behind her back. Her black eyes sparkle as she smiles with those amazingly straight, white teeth. She's smart too - one of the top Spellers in 8th grade and the top three Math Solvers. She could be a cheerleader or maybe one of those popular girls. But she stayed with me. She's a great person.
"I don't know. Mathew is a butthead, but he still hangs out with the popular people," I said sadly, "I don't get why he is so popular when practically everyone hates him!"
"It's a mystery," Tawny smiled, "Anyway, are you going with me in the bookstore to get the new Harry Potter book?"
"It just came out?"
"Laverne, how could you? How could you not remember the date of the book to come out?" Tawny glared.
"A lot of stuff been happening lately," I replied back, "I just don't get it."
"Just don't plan on running away, ok?" Tawny said slowly, "I mean, 8th grade is rough, but we have to stick together."
I didn't answer. 8th grade is a big pain. How can I keep up with it? Summer is too far away and everything gets harder and harder every minute.
"Laverne, you are going to meet me outside, will you?"
"Yes," I answered back quietly. I, then, gather my books and head towards the library.
The second bell rang. It is time to head to Math class. I, personally, love Math. I'm probably not as smart as Tawny, but I get at least a 98 percent in tests! I sit on the opposite wall, right behind the bookshelves. In front of me is the black board. Right beside me are three empty seats. I'm the only person in the room. I must be early.
Our math teacher has her blonde hair neatly tie back with a bow. She's fairly tall, about 6'2. Everyone said she use to be a model. Today she is wearing a black skirt and white top. Around her neck are set of pearls. She looks lovely. Maybe she was a model.
She gave a warm smile as more pupils fill the room. One of them is Mathew Neil.
"Good day class," Miss Stealer greeted, "How was lunch?"
A few people said 'fine' some gave a long sigh and others just didn't answer.
Miss Stealer frown, "Well, anyway, before we start off with our lesson I want to make an announcement."
"You're giving me an 'A'!" Mathew cried.
All of a sudden there's a big pile of laughs in the room. I just stare back at Miss Stealer hoping she should start talking.
"No, Mr. Neil," Miss Stealer began, "You are still in your low D's and I need to talk to your parents after school because of it."
I saw Mathew sink down on his own chair. I smiled an evil smile.
"About the announcement; Miss J.K. Rowling, the author of the amazing Harry Potter books, is coming to meet us in Oakland town! Imagine, a very well-known author meeting us in our very own town. Visit the local bookstore and don't forget to bring money to buy her latest book, The Order of the Phoenix, and a pen to let her sign your book!"
My heart began to rise. J.K. Rowling, coming in our town! How exciting is that! Unfortunately, those who doesn't seem to like reading, doesn't careless..
"Is that the woman who speaks British?" Mathew cried. He's trying to get everyone's attention. "I wouldn't even use my own money to buy her book. Sports Illustrated is a much better read, if you know what I mean?"
"Like you know how to read," I yell back.
.. Wait. Why am I yelling?
"At least there are some fine looking babes in Sports Illustrated! Unlike some people!" he began to laugh.
"At least she gets millions, more then you'll ever will," I scream back.
.Am I still talking back?
"I'm going to be in the NBA! I'm not going to be a science dork like you!" he said proudly.
"Like you'll ever going to get in with that nasty attitude. Might as well merry a pig and get on with your sorry life,"
..Somebody please stop me!
"Stop it you two! Unless you want to spend the whole day after school cleaning up my room," Miss Stealer demanded.
I'm a good girl. So, I did what I am told and Mathew? Well.
"Ha, she is such a dorky loser," he laugh.
"MATHEW NEIL, DETENTION! One week, starting today,"
That just made my day.
"Miss Flair, you will also get detention for starting the argument. Just for the day, of course,"
Well, it could be worse, right?
"You two will be cleaning the locker rooms after the third bell on the end of today,"
Okay, it just got worse.
"You just got detention?"
"It's not that big of a deal, Tawny," I said back, trying not to mention that I have to clean the locker rooms.
"But, you never get detentions!" Tawny cried.
"It's not my fault. Honestly, who would say something like that to J.K. Rowling?" I explained.
"You are not able to meet her!" Tawny whined, "Why did you ever start fighting back at him?"
"I can't stand him. He started it anyway, so he asked for it," I clarify back.
The third final bell rang and everyone went to the school busses or to their bikes to head on home. There are a few cheerleaders coming in our way with their spirit cheers. Ugh, sometimes I just want to bury them in a pile of dirt.
Hey, fel-low stu-dents
Here come your queens
Dress all prep-py
But still looks clean!
Dazz-ling, charm-ing
We are cute!
Lov-ing, car-ing
Don't you puke!
Did I mention that Tawny hates Cheer poetry?
"Hey you cheerleaders
You got-no-brain!
You are stupid
And so LAME!" Tawny bawled back.
I smiled and gave her a nice, comforting tap on the back for being such a great poet. Just as I turn to proceed down the hall to Miss Stealer, Tawny grabs my shoulder.
"I really don't want to be late for my first detention, you know," I said back.
"Do you want me to buy the book for you?" she offered.
"No, after detention I'll pass by the bookstore and get one myself," I said, frowning.
"Alright," Tawny gave a long sigh, "good luck!"
I gave her a cheerful smile just to boost up her confidence on meeting Miss Rowling. I then turn towards the hall where I met Miss Stealer with two mops. Her golden hair is still neatly tied back but she doesn't have the glow back in Math class. She's all sweaty and miserable. Well, most teachers look like that in the end of the day, especially on Mondays.
"Hello Laverne," Miss Stealer smiled, "Have you seen Mathew?"
"I don't know where he is," I said back.
"Well, he is late as usual," she frowned, "I'm not surprise. Come along, dear."
I follow her along the hall. Her high heel shoes made a loud tapping sound on the empty corridor. There are papers and old Coca-cola cans on the ground. The wind blows hard against them so they fly away pass my legs. Miss Stealer opens a wooden door that is cover with blue paint. Or at least I think its blue paint. She grabs one broom on the other hand and began to walk towards the locker room. Along the way we found Mathew Neil.
He's talking to a girl name Courtney Lee. I think she is at least half British. I hear people talking along the halls about her. Her brunette, curly hair is tie back with a pony tail. She wears make-up and really shinny lip gloss all the time. And when I say 'all the time' I mean 'all the time' - she's probably wearing it while taking a shower for all I know! She have a tiny snobby attitude when she is mad or really, really happy. I never talk to her even though she is in most of my classes. She quickly wave to Miss Stealer when she saw us.
"Mathew Neil?" Miss Stealer began, "Where have you been?"
"I uhh."
"No, no, you are late and you will work late as well," Miss Stealer commanded, "Follow me. Courtney, school is out. I think it's time for you to go home."
Courtney scowl and walk slowly with what I call 'model walk.' It's funny how they walk that way. They think it will impress the boys. Well, probably the mindless ones like Mathew.
"You will start with the boys' locker room," Miss Stealer ordered, "There will be boundaries on which side you will clean."
She opens the door of the boys' locker room. It smells like garbage in there! There are candy wrappers and empty water bottles everywhere. Not to mention that the shower area stinks like an old pair of socks. When I got in I feel all sweaty and gooey inside. I can't breathe but I must not complain about it.
"Don't worry about the showers at the moment," Miss Stealer pointed out, "Laverne, your boundary is between this locker to the end of the wall and Mathew, your boundary will be in this locker to that end of the wall."
Before I know it we started cleaning. Since there is only one broom both of us must take turns. Unfortunately, Mathew is not that polite so he took the broom without asking. I waited patiently until he is done. The time is now 4:15 and Mathew still have the broom on his end. I'm getting restless and the smells of the locker room probably poison my mind.
"Mathew, I need the broom right now!" I cried out.
"Fine," he said sharply, "Go do your Cinderella work."
He tosses the broom on my side. I pick it up and began to sweep. I went under the benches and over. Great, I just found a pair of socks and oh, a dirty underwear. The locker room stinks.
Thank goodness Miss Stealer came after an hour.
"Alright, time for you too to pick up your things," she announce cheerfully, "put your mops in the corner and you may head home."
I rush in the corner with the mop in my right hand and the broom in the other. I went through the door and took a nice deep breath. Oh, the fresh air just made everything feel good inside. I heard Miss Stealer talking to Mathew as she slowly lock the boys' locker room. I stood outside trying to breathe in all the clean air.
I turn to pick my backpack where Miss Stealer left in the corner. Mathew began whine as usual. It's his fault that he's late and should do extra work. It wouldn't be as much of a problem for him to clean the girls' locker room since it is practically clean from day one. Mathew gave me a nasty face as I bend down to pick my backpack. Gees, what's his problem?
It's nearly 5:30 and the local bookstore is now half empty. I went in the corner of the window to take a peek if Miss Rowling is still there. Nope. She's gone. I went in where there are muddy foot print and half torn books on the floor. It looks like a tornado just drops by. I went to the Harry Potter section and took a nice looking, blue book. Wow, Harry grew bigger in the picture. I went ahead and paid the cash register. She's all sweaty and tired. And I don't like the look on her face when she just found out how dirty the floor is. I took the book and head out. I can't wait to read it.
I open the first chapter and read it through. I can't resist. So I open the next chapter, and the next. Until I realize that I made the wrong turn and I went further in the crowded streets. It's nearly 5:45 so I decided to sit down in the corner. Someone sat right next to me.
The person is wearing a brown coat - which makes me wonder since the weather is not that cold at the moment. I just continue gazing through the pages. Thinking what will happen to Harry Potter next. As I open the next page a golden feather drop to my lap, the person sitting right next to me gasp.
"You have the feather!"
It's a woman's voice.
"Oh, wow, I. is it yours?" I asked. I look up at the woman and with my surprise it's Miss J.K. Rowling! I cannot speak.
"Follow me," she quickly said as she pulls my arm towards the old shop that is title with bold letters, Colin's Finest Antiques, "you're the one! I can't believe it."
"Whoa. what are you."
"No questions," Miss Rowling continued pulling my arm, "come with me."
I want an explanation for this! What ever this is it must have been one of those stupid pranks that people play in one another. But this is J.K. Rowling! Why is she pulling me as if she is so eager to tell me something, something with this gold feather? Why is it in here at the first place?
"Please, Miss Rowling, I don't want to be rude,"
"Hush!"
Before I know it I am in the old shop. It isn't what I expected, actually. There is full of different items in it like old clocks with weird shapes that just fascinated me. As I went further in, the wooden floor squeaks from the heel of my shoes - as I look down I just realize that the floor isn't even. There are ancient mirrors that are as big as your front door with carving of different pictures in the side standing in each corner of the floor like boulders. There are crooked, wooden chairs that are hang on the wall and tiny misshape bottles in the corner shelf. It's nothing like the other stores I've been.
A British fellow behind the counter with a white hat and red tie gave a warm smile when he saw us walk in. He looks like a chef rather than a storekeeper - this made me laugh. He is sort of chubby but he has that friendly, neighborly smile in his face. Miss Rowling finally let go and told me to halt. She went up the storekeeper and started whispering.
"Come here, dear," she said softy after a minute or two.
Well, she couldn't hurt me, right? So, I did what I am told to.
"This is her! Finally, someone can visit our place," Miss Rowling smiled.
"You don't say?"
"I just sat right next to her around the corner. And the feather appeared!"
"Does she know?"
"No, I don't think so,"
They both look down on me. I feel small and weak between them.
"What's your name, dear?" Miss Rowling questioned.
"Laverne Flair, ma'am," I answered back.
"Do you know what the golden feather can do to you?" the old man asked.
I shook my head. This people are mad! Why are they so curious about this. golden feather!
"It can open up our world, Miss Flair, a world that you never been before," the old man continued.
"What?"
"She obviously doesn't believe in magic," the man turned to Miss Rowling.
"But, it's the feather. The feather knows where it is going!" Miss Rowling fought back, "And the feather chooses this girl."
I cannot speak. I don't know what to say. So, I stood there like an idiot.
"Are you sure it's the real feather?" the man asked.
"It is!" Miss Rowling is now livid, "this girl can now visit Hogwarts!"
My name is Laverne Flair. You probably think I'm some kind of crazy old fool. It's been nearly 50 years since I ever came back to that wonderland. I miss it. I miss it dearly. I'm back home again, where it all began, where my entire ever-so-called 'dream' has brought to life. I'm not running away from it, anymore.
Let me tell you what really happen. How it all started.
Chapter One - School with Mathew Neil
Schools have always been a crash for me. I never like it. Although, I get amazingly decent grades, I don't enjoy it as much as the others did. The hallways are filled with couples and jocks. Cheerleaders would spring out of the door jumping with their dance steps and shouting all kinds of annoying rhymes. Oh, great, here's one coming right at me..
Hey, hey, hey
Pay attention cause we are.
Cheerleaders
Kicking your bee - hind
Cheerleaders
Stupid, but it still rhymes!
Cheerleaders, cheerleaders, cheerleaders!
We don't get A's -
But we get dates!
Ha!
Cheerleaders!
It gets irritating. The most irritating of all is the ever-so-called 'popular people.' Everyone, whose consider being no one, will do anything to sit next to them in the lunch table or hanging out with them in the mall.
My school is a typical American school. Full of - how you say? - Colorful people. Of course, in every typical American school there is always one loner. I never really consider myself a loner. I have a few friends on my own. But Mathew Neil just recently drops the bomb on me. He said that I must be the most loneliness person in school and I hang out with the dorkiest kids during lunch time. I just ignore him. He says all kinds of things to people everyday. But it hurts. It hurts sometimes and all you really want to do is to get away.
"Don't get it in your head, Laverne," Tawny said while she began tapping my back, "Everyone knows that Mathew is a butthead."
I consider Tawny Johnson to be one of my closest friends. She never complains about anything. She's very attractive in my opinion. Her brown hair slips slightly behind her back. Her black eyes sparkle as she smiles with those amazingly straight, white teeth. She's smart too - one of the top Spellers in 8th grade and the top three Math Solvers. She could be a cheerleader or maybe one of those popular girls. But she stayed with me. She's a great person.
"I don't know. Mathew is a butthead, but he still hangs out with the popular people," I said sadly, "I don't get why he is so popular when practically everyone hates him!"
"It's a mystery," Tawny smiled, "Anyway, are you going with me in the bookstore to get the new Harry Potter book?"
"It just came out?"
"Laverne, how could you? How could you not remember the date of the book to come out?" Tawny glared.
"A lot of stuff been happening lately," I replied back, "I just don't get it."
"Just don't plan on running away, ok?" Tawny said slowly, "I mean, 8th grade is rough, but we have to stick together."
I didn't answer. 8th grade is a big pain. How can I keep up with it? Summer is too far away and everything gets harder and harder every minute.
"Laverne, you are going to meet me outside, will you?"
"Yes," I answered back quietly. I, then, gather my books and head towards the library.
The second bell rang. It is time to head to Math class. I, personally, love Math. I'm probably not as smart as Tawny, but I get at least a 98 percent in tests! I sit on the opposite wall, right behind the bookshelves. In front of me is the black board. Right beside me are three empty seats. I'm the only person in the room. I must be early.
Our math teacher has her blonde hair neatly tie back with a bow. She's fairly tall, about 6'2. Everyone said she use to be a model. Today she is wearing a black skirt and white top. Around her neck are set of pearls. She looks lovely. Maybe she was a model.
She gave a warm smile as more pupils fill the room. One of them is Mathew Neil.
"Good day class," Miss Stealer greeted, "How was lunch?"
A few people said 'fine' some gave a long sigh and others just didn't answer.
Miss Stealer frown, "Well, anyway, before we start off with our lesson I want to make an announcement."
"You're giving me an 'A'!" Mathew cried.
All of a sudden there's a big pile of laughs in the room. I just stare back at Miss Stealer hoping she should start talking.
"No, Mr. Neil," Miss Stealer began, "You are still in your low D's and I need to talk to your parents after school because of it."
I saw Mathew sink down on his own chair. I smiled an evil smile.
"About the announcement; Miss J.K. Rowling, the author of the amazing Harry Potter books, is coming to meet us in Oakland town! Imagine, a very well-known author meeting us in our very own town. Visit the local bookstore and don't forget to bring money to buy her latest book, The Order of the Phoenix, and a pen to let her sign your book!"
My heart began to rise. J.K. Rowling, coming in our town! How exciting is that! Unfortunately, those who doesn't seem to like reading, doesn't careless..
"Is that the woman who speaks British?" Mathew cried. He's trying to get everyone's attention. "I wouldn't even use my own money to buy her book. Sports Illustrated is a much better read, if you know what I mean?"
"Like you know how to read," I yell back.
.. Wait. Why am I yelling?
"At least there are some fine looking babes in Sports Illustrated! Unlike some people!" he began to laugh.
"At least she gets millions, more then you'll ever will," I scream back.
.Am I still talking back?
"I'm going to be in the NBA! I'm not going to be a science dork like you!" he said proudly.
"Like you'll ever going to get in with that nasty attitude. Might as well merry a pig and get on with your sorry life,"
..Somebody please stop me!
"Stop it you two! Unless you want to spend the whole day after school cleaning up my room," Miss Stealer demanded.
I'm a good girl. So, I did what I am told and Mathew? Well.
"Ha, she is such a dorky loser," he laugh.
"MATHEW NEIL, DETENTION! One week, starting today,"
That just made my day.
"Miss Flair, you will also get detention for starting the argument. Just for the day, of course,"
Well, it could be worse, right?
"You two will be cleaning the locker rooms after the third bell on the end of today,"
Okay, it just got worse.
"You just got detention?"
"It's not that big of a deal, Tawny," I said back, trying not to mention that I have to clean the locker rooms.
"But, you never get detentions!" Tawny cried.
"It's not my fault. Honestly, who would say something like that to J.K. Rowling?" I explained.
"You are not able to meet her!" Tawny whined, "Why did you ever start fighting back at him?"
"I can't stand him. He started it anyway, so he asked for it," I clarify back.
The third final bell rang and everyone went to the school busses or to their bikes to head on home. There are a few cheerleaders coming in our way with their spirit cheers. Ugh, sometimes I just want to bury them in a pile of dirt.
Hey, fel-low stu-dents
Here come your queens
Dress all prep-py
But still looks clean!
Dazz-ling, charm-ing
We are cute!
Lov-ing, car-ing
Don't you puke!
Did I mention that Tawny hates Cheer poetry?
"Hey you cheerleaders
You got-no-brain!
You are stupid
And so LAME!" Tawny bawled back.
I smiled and gave her a nice, comforting tap on the back for being such a great poet. Just as I turn to proceed down the hall to Miss Stealer, Tawny grabs my shoulder.
"I really don't want to be late for my first detention, you know," I said back.
"Do you want me to buy the book for you?" she offered.
"No, after detention I'll pass by the bookstore and get one myself," I said, frowning.
"Alright," Tawny gave a long sigh, "good luck!"
I gave her a cheerful smile just to boost up her confidence on meeting Miss Rowling. I then turn towards the hall where I met Miss Stealer with two mops. Her golden hair is still neatly tied back but she doesn't have the glow back in Math class. She's all sweaty and miserable. Well, most teachers look like that in the end of the day, especially on Mondays.
"Hello Laverne," Miss Stealer smiled, "Have you seen Mathew?"
"I don't know where he is," I said back.
"Well, he is late as usual," she frowned, "I'm not surprise. Come along, dear."
I follow her along the hall. Her high heel shoes made a loud tapping sound on the empty corridor. There are papers and old Coca-cola cans on the ground. The wind blows hard against them so they fly away pass my legs. Miss Stealer opens a wooden door that is cover with blue paint. Or at least I think its blue paint. She grabs one broom on the other hand and began to walk towards the locker room. Along the way we found Mathew Neil.
He's talking to a girl name Courtney Lee. I think she is at least half British. I hear people talking along the halls about her. Her brunette, curly hair is tie back with a pony tail. She wears make-up and really shinny lip gloss all the time. And when I say 'all the time' I mean 'all the time' - she's probably wearing it while taking a shower for all I know! She have a tiny snobby attitude when she is mad or really, really happy. I never talk to her even though she is in most of my classes. She quickly wave to Miss Stealer when she saw us.
"Mathew Neil?" Miss Stealer began, "Where have you been?"
"I uhh."
"No, no, you are late and you will work late as well," Miss Stealer commanded, "Follow me. Courtney, school is out. I think it's time for you to go home."
Courtney scowl and walk slowly with what I call 'model walk.' It's funny how they walk that way. They think it will impress the boys. Well, probably the mindless ones like Mathew.
"You will start with the boys' locker room," Miss Stealer ordered, "There will be boundaries on which side you will clean."
She opens the door of the boys' locker room. It smells like garbage in there! There are candy wrappers and empty water bottles everywhere. Not to mention that the shower area stinks like an old pair of socks. When I got in I feel all sweaty and gooey inside. I can't breathe but I must not complain about it.
"Don't worry about the showers at the moment," Miss Stealer pointed out, "Laverne, your boundary is between this locker to the end of the wall and Mathew, your boundary will be in this locker to that end of the wall."
Before I know it we started cleaning. Since there is only one broom both of us must take turns. Unfortunately, Mathew is not that polite so he took the broom without asking. I waited patiently until he is done. The time is now 4:15 and Mathew still have the broom on his end. I'm getting restless and the smells of the locker room probably poison my mind.
"Mathew, I need the broom right now!" I cried out.
"Fine," he said sharply, "Go do your Cinderella work."
He tosses the broom on my side. I pick it up and began to sweep. I went under the benches and over. Great, I just found a pair of socks and oh, a dirty underwear. The locker room stinks.
Thank goodness Miss Stealer came after an hour.
"Alright, time for you too to pick up your things," she announce cheerfully, "put your mops in the corner and you may head home."
I rush in the corner with the mop in my right hand and the broom in the other. I went through the door and took a nice deep breath. Oh, the fresh air just made everything feel good inside. I heard Miss Stealer talking to Mathew as she slowly lock the boys' locker room. I stood outside trying to breathe in all the clean air.
I turn to pick my backpack where Miss Stealer left in the corner. Mathew began whine as usual. It's his fault that he's late and should do extra work. It wouldn't be as much of a problem for him to clean the girls' locker room since it is practically clean from day one. Mathew gave me a nasty face as I bend down to pick my backpack. Gees, what's his problem?
It's nearly 5:30 and the local bookstore is now half empty. I went in the corner of the window to take a peek if Miss Rowling is still there. Nope. She's gone. I went in where there are muddy foot print and half torn books on the floor. It looks like a tornado just drops by. I went to the Harry Potter section and took a nice looking, blue book. Wow, Harry grew bigger in the picture. I went ahead and paid the cash register. She's all sweaty and tired. And I don't like the look on her face when she just found out how dirty the floor is. I took the book and head out. I can't wait to read it.
I open the first chapter and read it through. I can't resist. So I open the next chapter, and the next. Until I realize that I made the wrong turn and I went further in the crowded streets. It's nearly 5:45 so I decided to sit down in the corner. Someone sat right next to me.
The person is wearing a brown coat - which makes me wonder since the weather is not that cold at the moment. I just continue gazing through the pages. Thinking what will happen to Harry Potter next. As I open the next page a golden feather drop to my lap, the person sitting right next to me gasp.
"You have the feather!"
It's a woman's voice.
"Oh, wow, I. is it yours?" I asked. I look up at the woman and with my surprise it's Miss J.K. Rowling! I cannot speak.
"Follow me," she quickly said as she pulls my arm towards the old shop that is title with bold letters, Colin's Finest Antiques, "you're the one! I can't believe it."
"Whoa. what are you."
"No questions," Miss Rowling continued pulling my arm, "come with me."
I want an explanation for this! What ever this is it must have been one of those stupid pranks that people play in one another. But this is J.K. Rowling! Why is she pulling me as if she is so eager to tell me something, something with this gold feather? Why is it in here at the first place?
"Please, Miss Rowling, I don't want to be rude,"
"Hush!"
Before I know it I am in the old shop. It isn't what I expected, actually. There is full of different items in it like old clocks with weird shapes that just fascinated me. As I went further in, the wooden floor squeaks from the heel of my shoes - as I look down I just realize that the floor isn't even. There are ancient mirrors that are as big as your front door with carving of different pictures in the side standing in each corner of the floor like boulders. There are crooked, wooden chairs that are hang on the wall and tiny misshape bottles in the corner shelf. It's nothing like the other stores I've been.
A British fellow behind the counter with a white hat and red tie gave a warm smile when he saw us walk in. He looks like a chef rather than a storekeeper - this made me laugh. He is sort of chubby but he has that friendly, neighborly smile in his face. Miss Rowling finally let go and told me to halt. She went up the storekeeper and started whispering.
"Come here, dear," she said softy after a minute or two.
Well, she couldn't hurt me, right? So, I did what I am told to.
"This is her! Finally, someone can visit our place," Miss Rowling smiled.
"You don't say?"
"I just sat right next to her around the corner. And the feather appeared!"
"Does she know?"
"No, I don't think so,"
They both look down on me. I feel small and weak between them.
"What's your name, dear?" Miss Rowling questioned.
"Laverne Flair, ma'am," I answered back.
"Do you know what the golden feather can do to you?" the old man asked.
I shook my head. This people are mad! Why are they so curious about this. golden feather!
"It can open up our world, Miss Flair, a world that you never been before," the old man continued.
"What?"
"She obviously doesn't believe in magic," the man turned to Miss Rowling.
"But, it's the feather. The feather knows where it is going!" Miss Rowling fought back, "And the feather chooses this girl."
I cannot speak. I don't know what to say. So, I stood there like an idiot.
"Are you sure it's the real feather?" the man asked.
"It is!" Miss Rowling is now livid, "this girl can now visit Hogwarts!"
