This is my story.
Sixteen years ago, I was born into a wonderful loving family. My grandfather didn't care about me at first, but as soon as I was able to walk, he suggested that I go into martial arts training immediately. Of course, my father didn't feel the need to do that right away, so instead, I was sent to my father's best friend's brother's (Gohan) home to live until I was about 12 years old. When my dad felt I was ready to train, my granddad had already started training my best-friend-to-be, Rini. So, he had Gohan train me.
Rini ended up being more like my grandfather than I was. This was pretty freaky. Once I had been told I was part wizard blood, I almost passed out. I was enrolled to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry when I was 16. Thus began one of the best adventures of my entire life.
School began being a living nightmare for me. I had no friends, and I was totally unpopular. That is, I was, until I showed my true power.
I was staying in the Gryffindor common room with my pals, Ron and Harry. I was staying there until I had been sorted. My other friend, but not a friend at the time, Hermione, was upstairs studying or something. I was just dozing off when we all heard a very loud stomping and screaming coming downstairs. Hermione busted through the door, panting like an exhausted puppy. We asked her what was up, and she could just barely spit out that something was attacking her or something. So, I said I was going in, and I opened the door. I regretted that. As soon as I had opened the door, a freaky-looking thing jumped at me. As pure instinct, I blasted the THING with a ball of my best energy. It fell to the floor, and so did something that fell through the ceiling. The thing that fell through the ceiling was fat and ugly, and looked evil. I blasted it (duh). It died, but I blasted it some more to destroy it. Now all that was left was a pile of ashes that smelled like burning rubber.
Rini just looked at me like, 'what a moron', and Hermione ran up to me and nearly suffocated me she hugged me so tight! As soon as I had peeled her off of me, I trudged to my dorm room and went to bed. Two days passed. Rini and I had already been sorted. I was in Gryffindor, and since the Sorting Hat couldn't decide what to put Rini in, she got to choose. Then, something very unexpected happened. The hat blurted out, "SLYTHERIN!" I couldn't believe my ears! She had picked the worst house of all: the house that Tom Riddle (aka Voldemort *aah!*) had become a Dark wizard in! That night, I couldn't sleep. As I lie there, I couldn't help but wonder why Rini had changed so much. Why did she choose Slytherin? I thought she had once said we would never be apart. Why am I suddenly her arch enemy? And why is Brendan slobbering all over her, like she's some kind of chew toy for his sick, twisted, sludge-infested mind? My life was a wreck. I had barely any friends, although the friends that I did have were the best friends a guy could have, but...I still felt that I needed Rini to be complete. From there, my reputation as the happiest guy on earth went downhill. I became what I am today, a loser with a smart brain, shy attitude, and broken heart of gold.
the end