Hey, everyone. So, I was just sitting here in my room thinking of where I could go with this story. Thinking of how I can make the story more interesting for those that have read it so far...
As I sat there in thought, I realized that I /could/ tie in Harry Potter into this. I could have Kimba, his sister, going to Hogwarts. She could be like in her sixth year, making her sixteen. Her brother twenty-three. Which, can add a lot of seeing that her life isn't really easy. Especially with her brother gone and everything...
Okay, enough of my rambling, I am going to get to the second part of this story. Hopefully, with no grammar mistakes.
Parallel Universe
For those of you that have just came into the story. Or, hadn't read the first chapter. My name is Kimba. I'm Richard's sister. My older brother that is currently missing in action. For some of you, that might be a very good thing. For others, that could be a bad thing. For me, it's both a blessing and a curse. Due to the fact that I hadn't heard my brother's bickering and yelling for nearly eight months now. Which, in all honesty, was really starting to make me anxious. I realized how much my brother means to me. How much he means to mom and dad. On the other hand, I really had been itching to go back to Hogwarts for my sixth year. Since the summer was nearly ending. I missed the feasts and the classes. Most of all, I missed not having to worry as much. Being in the muggle world, I had to endlessly worry about my brother. All the time. Since Richard didn't understand the concept of staying home, where he belongs.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring. It was a Thursday, so who could it honestly be? My first thought went to the police officer that he had found Richard. Which, I hoped had been the case. Sighing, I brushed a lock of jet black hair behind my ear. The officer gave the same tired smile as when he visited just a month ago. "We found him. At the airport. Here, in the states." My eyes went wide as I listened to the news. "He's home? Well, where is he?" She heard their mother ask in disbelief. "Right here.." They heard another voice enter the conversation. My eyes searched for my brother. Where? Then, it clicked right as the officer moved aside to reveal my brother. At that moment, I didn't care that the officer was watching us. I had to hug Richard. That's exactly what I had done. I heard his grunt and hugged him tighter.
That was when I looked up at my brother. I never thought I'd see him look so bad. The fresh blood seeping through the wound on his temple like water dripping from an overflowing glass, and his face went from bright and full of life, to a dull stranger. He didn't look the same when he got a first look at me. I frowned at him then the officer who only said, "We asked him the same thing. He didn't tell us where he got that wound from." She then took a deep breath. She nodded at the officer then brought her brother into the house without thinking. She had to get that wound from stop bleeding. Or, they would have to take him to the hospital and she knew that her brother wouldn't want that. She brought him into the bathroom to wash off the blood. She wet a washcloth then brought it to his temple. "Why are you always getting into trouble, Richie?" My brother didn't say anything.
After I got my brother cleaned up and I was sitting at the desk in my room, it gave me awhile to think. To draw on my sketch pad what my brother looked like to me. The blood had been seeping down his face. As if it had been a bad blow to his head. Something that would make him go unconscious. Or, the fact that he seemed so full of life for a few moments then suddenly, he just seemed dull. Not the brother she remembered. That was when her pencil flew all over the page. Drawing the very way her brother held himself. To the defeated look in his eyes. From the way the blood was going down his face and cheek on his right side. It made me really worried again. The one thing that really overwhelmed my emotions was sadness for not being at Hogwarts. I know what all of you might be thinking, I live in New York. How can I possibly be going to Hogwarts? That was in Scotland? Well, here's the truth. Our parents just pay for my flight. Tell everyone that I am studying abroad for the year. Which is perfectly fine with me. I'm living in both an ordinary and magical world. A parallel universe, so to speak.
Alright, I'm more nervous for this chapter than I was for the first chapter. I suppose it's because I haven't seen much for this story. I don't want this to another flunked story...
Dedication is to you, Emmy! :) Hope I am doing your character justice.
Please review with constructive criticism. It'll help me as both a person and a writer.
