Title: Welcome to my life
By: FallenArchAngel47
Dear Duzen Broken DreamZ,
Thank you.
-Samantha
Dear Summonerofthesilverwolf,
She doesn't, in a way, but in a way she kind of does, she just reacts like that because it's how she's "supposed" to. Sander has a SERIOUS problem with Draco. He loathes him, I mean, if you were in Sander's position, would you? This snobbish rich dude is taking your sweet caring sister away, who's the only one who actually cared about you. Thanks! I am…right now.
-Samantha
Dear AekaAnime,
Thanks for the review, and compliment!
-Samantha
Dear Readers,
Sorry I haven't updated the past two days….Tuesday I had Latin club and get home late, and yesterday I had to go to a convention, so I'm gonna try and update today…even though I'm pissed beyond all belief. Anyway, thanks!
-Fallen.
Disclaimer:
T: Toys R Us…all the toys you could possibly play with…a bathroom…a water fountain…and if you get hungry you can eat the candy on the shelves or crack open an easy bake oven…
H: Hitler's grave…unless you're a jew…his ghost will kill you then…
E: Edgar Allen Poe's grave…you can creep people out to make them stay away by sitting and reading to the grave…
S: Saudi Arabia! …Arabiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaan niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiights Like Arabian Daaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyssss….more often than not are hotter than hot…
O: …Ontario…Lake Ontario…Go Canada! …At least I think it's in Canada…if not then well…go Canada! Bryan Adams, AND Hocky!
R: Red Room…unless it's in a story titled "The Masque of Red Death" By Edgar Allen Poe…then you're screwed…the clock will get you.
T: Turkey Corpse! No one will look for you there until next thanksgiving…but I'm sure you'll find a different place to hide somewhere between now and next thanksgiving for the smell of rotting turkey meat will get you sick…
I: Igloo! ….You can leave the Ice Cream out…and it'll never melt…mwhahaha…
N: Narnia! …Through the Wardrobe we go…and if there is no Narnia…then well…if the wardrobe gets locked…you're stuck there to rot and die…or ram through the door…and eat coats…
G: Gualala…wherever that is…or whatever that is…
Chapter 8
The Sorting
:First Person:
I entered the great hall, with my brother, Sander right by my side. My eyes widened, as did Sander's when we saw the enchanted ceiling. "Wow…" we both whispered. "Those who are to be sorted, please go to the front of the room." Professor McGonagall spoke. The first years and I headed to the beginning of the room. I stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd of the short munchkins. It was like Dorothy on the yellow brick road. I being the tallest, with all the munchkins around her. Professor McGonagall was holding a hat. "You are to be sorted with this, into the four separate houses, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw." "We're going to be sorted…by a hat…" Sander whispered to me. "It's probably magical." I said. With that the hat began to talk (I'm goin with the short one…on the website) "Oh you may not think I'm pretty but don't judge on what you see I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me there's nothing hidden in your head the sorting hat can't see so try me on and I'll tell you where you ought to be." I zoned out observing her surroundings. I spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table, looking at me.
They smiled and made a small wave, I returned the favor, and continued to look at my surroundings. I saw the Hufflepuff table, the Ravenclaw table, and the Slytherin table, where she saw Draco Malfoy, sitting with Crabbe, Goyle, Flint, and Monty. Seated next to him was a girl, who was thin, and pale, she had short cut black hair, and seated on the other side of Draco was Claire. They were all talking together, and laughing. I turned back hearing Sander's name being called. Sander squeezed my hand tightly a bit and let go, walking through the parted crowd of students. He sat on the stool, and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat upon his head. "Hmm…intelligent… lonely… yet brave and friendly…" the hat remained silent, and looked as if thinking. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. The Gryffindor table began to cheer, and stood up. Sander walked over to the Gryffindor table, smiling, he waved to me and secretly wishing me good luck, sat down at his table. "Tamantha Myles." Ms. McGonagall spoke. I walked through the crowd and up to the front. I could hear some people from the Slytherin table snicker. I sat down on the stool; Ms. McGonagall was about to place the hat on my head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!" WHAT! HELL NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! MY LIFE CANNOT GET ANY WORSE! I thought looking over to the Slytherin table, Draco smirked. Oh god…what now?
