I finally updated! Is it just me or does it seem like forever since the last time I updated? Anyway, review please! Tell what you think, what I should do, and while you do that check out my other stories!

I do not own anything besides Sarah- or technically Sky. Whatever you call my OC.


"Glad you're awake. I don't get many patients on the first day back" Madam Pomfrey said.

"What happened?" I asked rubbing my head.

"You passed out in the great hall. Your friends helped you here" she answered.

The great hall! That's where I was. How could I forget?

"I think I'm going to be sick" I mumbled making my way over to the trash can.

My dinner came right back up in bits and pieces.

"Oh, sweetie! Are you okay?" she inquired.

"I'm fine. Just ate too much, that's all" I replied.

So much food is not what I am used to.

"Could I leave? I'm feeling better now" I insisted.

Madam Pomfrey let out a sigh before saying, "Fine."

I wiped my chin with my sleeve.

"Sky! Wait up!" an annoying voice ushered its way over to me.

"Hey, Lavender" I said as nicely as I can and forced the nicest smile I could muster.

"I was just heading to the Gryffindor common room too! So update me on all the juicy trash" she said.

"What are you talking about?" I was completely clueless on her questions. It is the first day of school and there is no juicy gossip worth caring about. Am I Right?

"You are a part of the 'Bees' right?" I nodded my head.

The Bees are a clique I am a part of. We're basically a gossip group I guess. We always know what's going on around the school. We don't really have a leader, but we don't need one.

There's Jamie Arrow. She's the brains of the group. Always on the ball and is one step ahead of everyone else. It's one of the main reasons she's a Ravenclaw.

Molly Hart is the sweetest Hufflepuff you'll ever meet. She's always got something nice to say and is friends with everybody. Such a shame that Slytherins have to downgrade her self esteem. Well, not all Slytherins.

Brianna Carter is a girl no one dares to mess with. Well everyone except me, of course. In the end of our arguments we always burst out laughing. We get along great, but other times not so much. She's a typical Slytherin. Pureblood and hates muggleborns. That's why I've never told her that I am one.

Then there's Delia Ritch who's in Gryffindor with me. We're practically clones of each other. Except that she always wants to be at a higher level. Which is a problem and that's why I can't tell her secrets. She's my roommate and I love that.

Then there's me. Molly, Jamie, Brianna, Delia, and I make up the Bees.

I vaguely remember the first time we met.

After being slapped, hit, thrown against a wall on your head, imagine remembering a petty memory.

It was herbology with the Ravenclaws and I was sitting next to Jamie. "Could you help me?" I asked her. "Sure" she smiled. "Here's what you do" I dazed out of the boring concept. "So do you get it?" she inquired.

"No" I blankly answered.

"Here, let me" she grabbed the worksheet from my hand and started scribbling down answers that, to me, made absolutely no sense at all.

"Class dismissed. On your way, please hand in your worksheets" our teacher said.

"Here" she handed me my paper with all the answers filled in. She was one smart Ravenclaw.

After I turned in my paper I scrambled my way through the halls to find Jamie.

"Hey, Ravenclaw!" I called.

I didn't learn her name until…

"I have a name you know, Gryffindor" she retorted.

"Sky" I extended my hand out like as if we first met.

"Jamie Arrow" she replied ignoring my hand.

Ever since that simple act I knew we would get along great.

"Could you tutor me in Herbology?" I asked her.

"What do I get out of it?" she inquired smirking. I didn't see that one coming.

"We can be best friends!" I offered hopefully. Stupid first year me.

"I'll take that. Just update me on all the latest juicy gossip, okay?" I nodded my head.

"Like how Snape was caught kissing McGonnagell" a voice from behind us said.

"Really?" my eyes widened.

"No, Tweedledum" she answered.

Ever since, that became my permanent nickname.

"Brianna Carter" she introduced herself.

"Tori Albeta" I lied.

"Mary Williams" Jamie played along.

Well that seals the deal, I officially love this girl.

"Well, I'll see you guys later. Bye, Jamie, bye Sarah" she waved.

"How did you know our names?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Sorting, duh" I think she thinks I'm stupid.

Along the way we became besties with Molly, and since we became inseparatable. Sort of.

Some call us the Fab Five and others Fab Four not including Molly. We can do pretty mean stuff. Others call us the Pretty Committee and The Council.

What irks me is that people come right up to me and say, "I don't know why people call you and your friends the Pretty Committee. Well I guess they'd be right if they excluded Jamie."

I always slapped them with as much force as I possibly can. Sometimes I leave a mark on their face that lasts a week.

"Jamie's pixie cut is so last year, and she's so fat. Like, seriously, tomato stomach cut the fries out" Jamie has no idea people say those things about her.

I think it looks really good on her.

"Sky?" Lavender asked.

"Sorry. I sort of zoned out there. I heard Kelly Louis is not coming back because she got pregnant" I simply replied.

"Wow" Lavender gaped.

It wasn't that big of a deal though.

I spent my life being surrounded by teen pregnancies. Hell, I was one.

"Hey Sky. Are you feeling better?" Harry hugged me.

"I'm fine. I just hit my head when I fell backwards and I guess I got a concussion" I lied.

"Oh thank goodness" he breathed a sigh of relief. Just like I wanted him too.

I'm a pretty good liar- no an amazing one.

I have never been caught in a lie.

There's always an excuse for something. At least for me there is.

"Well it's passed midnight so you should really get to bed" I was pretty tired, but wait- why was Harry still up?

"Harry, why are you still awake?" I asked him.

"Nightmares" he shrugged.

I know how you feel. Waking up in the middle of the night screaming your head off, but no one cares.

It takes time to get used to it.

"Well, night" I yawned.

When I got to my dorm I saw that Hermione, Delia, and Lavender were already asleep.

I tiptoed to the bed above Hermione's.

I didn't bother changing my clothes because of how tired I was.

I felt my eyelids close and my mind drift off.

"5 little girls running away. 1 got caught in the fence" the man sung as 4 other girls and I are chased through an abandoned school. The eldest in the blue dress was caught in the fence that surrounds our playground.

"4 little girls running away, 1 tripped on her dress" a little girl who looks no bigger than 6 tripped on her long, red, silk dress.

"3 little girls running away, 1 locked herself in the closet" I looked back to the man and he stopped at the closet. There's no hope for her now.

"Now there are two little girls running away. Just wait till I get my hands on you two!" his bloody hands dripped through the hallways as I carried a 2 year old in my arms.

"I prepared a special death for you" he smiled. I let out my last scream and breathed my last breath before the dagger was plunged halfway into my stomach.

I jolted up in my bed. My palms were clammy and sweating as my body etched for cold.

"Sky, are you okay?" Hermione asked from the bed underneath me.

She must've heard me accidently shake the bed.

No I'm not okay. I'm broken, useless, alone, clueless, confused, betrayed fragile, on the verge of tears, depressed, anxious, about to break down, ready to give up, pathetic, annoying, just a burden, distant, lonely, bitter, heartbroken, rejected, crushed, I feel like I'm going to just fall apart at any moment, empty, defeated, never good enough.

"Fine" I replied.

"Then don't shake the bed" she grumbled tiredly before going back to bed.

Typical Hermione.

Always wants her beauty sleep.