AN: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Justin Bieber (thank God), they belong to their respective owners. Thanks to the lovely people who favorite this or review it, I'm surprised anybody actually pays attention to this crap. As always, keep an open mind while reading.
I woke up only to have the first thing I see be a rapist, and that's always a great way to start your day. The reapist I'm talking about is the stupid bitch with fantastic hair who just loves slapping people who have done nothing to offend her. She was standing next to a bed that I was in for some reason. Why was I in the bed? Why don't you ask the rapist. She kept goin on and on about how sorry she was (sorry my perfect ass) but I wasn't really paying attention. I mean, who would when ya got that awesome afro staring at you in the face but you cant even touch it cause you know you're gonna get bitch-slapped. Well I say screw getting slapped, I'm touchin that mo-fro whether the rapist likes it or not.
When I woke up I was in a strange, dark room. The only noise I could hear was what I assumed to be the snoring of about four other people. Holy fucking crap. I slept through an entire day. I got hit so hard by a chick with teeth problems, I managed to miss one and a half days. Note to self: never touch someone's hair without their permission. Ah who the hell am I kiddin? I'm gonna do it again.
Since I didn't really give a crap about schedules, I decided to start my first day of classes by randomly walking into a class and seeing if they would say anything when I sat down. The very first class I walked into belonged to some greasy-haired dude.
I fell in love. Nevermind the fact that I called this guy racist in the last chapter, and never mind how I smacked him in the face with my gorgeous hair. Nevertheless, I fell in love, and I fell hard. I made sure he knew I loved him, so I got down on one knee and began to sing "Baby" by Justice Beaver. I didn't even care that I was supposed to be some gothic emo and that bieber was as preppy as they come. I was in love, and that was all that mattered.
Apparently he didn't fell the same way and made me go to the dungeons after class for detention. At least I learned something new, Snape likes it kinky.
I decided to take a walk outside instead of going to my second class after that comfortably awkward detention I spent whit my darling Snapikinns. Strangely enough, the stupid Griphondorks were woutside practicing flying.
Since I was already a natural when it came to flying, I decided to join them in order to show off some of my skills. But when I tried to pick up my broom without actually touching it, it stayed on the ground. So I did what anybody whould in my situation. I started to verbally abuse it so brutally, even The Dark Lord himself (*cough* Darth Vader *cough*) would cry.
Then the most magical thing happened! It picked itself off the ground and started to mercilessly beat me. I had to go to the nurse's office, something about the teachers not wanting to waste anymore of my precious bran cells. How nice of them!
But it wasn't all bad, cause you know who was there with me? My adorable little Neville who had to be treated for something involving his arm. What a wonderful day this was!
