i would swallow my pride
i would choke on the rhines
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
i would swallow my doubt turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous and im through with you
Inside out, Eve 6
The Truth is Always Hidden Inside the Lies
Chapter 2
Ignorance is Bliss
The sorting was a rather boring affair, as it always has been. Gryffindor was awarded seven new members, and that was more than any other house. I am
sure a rather substantial number of mothers will be breathing well tonight for that. Dinner is as extravegant as always, though i hardly notice as I am so hungry. And to
think that I got so huphy about eating when I started S.P.E.W. I was such a child then. I slow in my eating for a moment so as not to get sick and surbey my peers.
Two of the new first years, both girls, have weasled thier way close enough to Harry to talk to him, and it is rather funny to think I too had been as exited as that when
I met him. Again I was such a child in those days. Nothing much has changed since then in the way of any of our looks, I think. My hair is as bushy as always, Harry's
as messy, and Ron's as red. He reminds me of a story I once read about a chinese emperor called Running Weasel. He was rumered to be an exellent strategist.
Ginny is sitting on the other side of Harry as the two first years, glaring shamelessly at them. Ever since the two started going ot, she has been extremly jealous of
everyone, including me. I suppose thats only natural though.
Once dinner is over I am forced to direct the Gryffindors to the commons area. I give the Fat Lady portrait the password, Truth, and enter. Almost
immediatly I bolt for my dormatory, as I am exeedingly tired. My mind revets once again tot he ill formed suicide plan I had been thinking about but I dismiss it. I
havn'tbrought myself this far for nothing. Crookshanks is lying on my bed waiting for me. I find it rather humerous that the poor thing likes me so much, but I don't
protest,lest I scare him away. I lay in bed and sit up for hours, as I usually do. Its rather funny that I am tired all day and yet I can never fall asleep at night. Its like a
cruel joke played on me by the fates. A quote I once heard comes to mind. 'If all the worlds a stage, then the director must be a sadist.' I agree wholeheartedly. I have
always wondered what it would be like to be God. To make everyone do what I want them to. Of course then I have to wonder why we have free will. Unless free
will is just an imaginary thing. If we are really just peices of a really big chess set in a match between Gad and Satan. My head hurts from thinking too much. Its about
five before I finnaly fall asleep, and it seems like two seconds later I have to get up. After spending an excruciating thirty minutes trying to make myself look less like an
electrocuted chipmunk I give up. It no use, im not even remotely pretty anyway. The imaginary mother in my head disagrees. Whatever.
I do not go to breakfast, rather I head straight to the library to check out the million and one books I plan to read this week. It always been rather
annoying that there are no muggle literature books in here, but I suppose some Slytherin would probably burn them or something. Once I get inside I make a beeline
for the third shelf to the right and pull out my favorite book, a wisarding book of poetry. I have always loved poetry, and this book has the most immaginative I have
ever read. By the time I check it and many others out, it is time for my first class, Potions.
Potions was as it normally is. Snape was a basterd, Neville blew up his potion, and I did it perfectly. Of course thought the class Gryffindor lost 25 points.
'Five points for looking smug, Ms. Granger.' 'Ten points for stupidity, Mr. Longbottom' 'Ten points for being irritating, Mr Potter.' What a bugger. And then the worst
thing possibe happened. I gues I was a bit fed up with everything and just lost control, but when the overgrown bat passed me I 'accidently' dumped a bit of Nevills
spoiled potion on him. The next thing I know, I have a months worth of detention and my teacher is covered in pink polka dots. The only thing that would be funnier,
I suppose, is Neville's grandmother's dress and hat on him. I guess it was well worth it. Oh look, ive just been kicked out of class, well bugger to you too.
I spent the rest of the class period working on other homework. I suppose it helps that now I can work on more important things. I just hope this doesnt
take away my position as Head Girl.
sorry this was so short, I promise the next one will be longer. I would also like to mention, that although I do not mind flames, please give a reason as to why you
didnt like my story. it rather annoying to have someone tell you 'this story sux (cant even spell right), delete it right now and write something good!) Well what sucks
about it? Did it offend you? Was it badly written? Was it completly improbable? Well that enough ranting, please Read and Reveiw.
i would choke on the rhines
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
i would swallow my doubt turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous and im through with you
Inside out, Eve 6
The Truth is Always Hidden Inside the Lies
Chapter 2
Ignorance is Bliss
The sorting was a rather boring affair, as it always has been. Gryffindor was awarded seven new members, and that was more than any other house. I am
sure a rather substantial number of mothers will be breathing well tonight for that. Dinner is as extravegant as always, though i hardly notice as I am so hungry. And to
think that I got so huphy about eating when I started S.P.E.W. I was such a child then. I slow in my eating for a moment so as not to get sick and surbey my peers.
Two of the new first years, both girls, have weasled thier way close enough to Harry to talk to him, and it is rather funny to think I too had been as exited as that when
I met him. Again I was such a child in those days. Nothing much has changed since then in the way of any of our looks, I think. My hair is as bushy as always, Harry's
as messy, and Ron's as red. He reminds me of a story I once read about a chinese emperor called Running Weasel. He was rumered to be an exellent strategist.
Ginny is sitting on the other side of Harry as the two first years, glaring shamelessly at them. Ever since the two started going ot, she has been extremly jealous of
everyone, including me. I suppose thats only natural though.
Once dinner is over I am forced to direct the Gryffindors to the commons area. I give the Fat Lady portrait the password, Truth, and enter. Almost
immediatly I bolt for my dormatory, as I am exeedingly tired. My mind revets once again tot he ill formed suicide plan I had been thinking about but I dismiss it. I
havn'tbrought myself this far for nothing. Crookshanks is lying on my bed waiting for me. I find it rather humerous that the poor thing likes me so much, but I don't
protest,lest I scare him away. I lay in bed and sit up for hours, as I usually do. Its rather funny that I am tired all day and yet I can never fall asleep at night. Its like a
cruel joke played on me by the fates. A quote I once heard comes to mind. 'If all the worlds a stage, then the director must be a sadist.' I agree wholeheartedly. I have
always wondered what it would be like to be God. To make everyone do what I want them to. Of course then I have to wonder why we have free will. Unless free
will is just an imaginary thing. If we are really just peices of a really big chess set in a match between Gad and Satan. My head hurts from thinking too much. Its about
five before I finnaly fall asleep, and it seems like two seconds later I have to get up. After spending an excruciating thirty minutes trying to make myself look less like an
electrocuted chipmunk I give up. It no use, im not even remotely pretty anyway. The imaginary mother in my head disagrees. Whatever.
I do not go to breakfast, rather I head straight to the library to check out the million and one books I plan to read this week. It always been rather
annoying that there are no muggle literature books in here, but I suppose some Slytherin would probably burn them or something. Once I get inside I make a beeline
for the third shelf to the right and pull out my favorite book, a wisarding book of poetry. I have always loved poetry, and this book has the most immaginative I have
ever read. By the time I check it and many others out, it is time for my first class, Potions.
Potions was as it normally is. Snape was a basterd, Neville blew up his potion, and I did it perfectly. Of course thought the class Gryffindor lost 25 points.
'Five points for looking smug, Ms. Granger.' 'Ten points for stupidity, Mr. Longbottom' 'Ten points for being irritating, Mr Potter.' What a bugger. And then the worst
thing possibe happened. I gues I was a bit fed up with everything and just lost control, but when the overgrown bat passed me I 'accidently' dumped a bit of Nevills
spoiled potion on him. The next thing I know, I have a months worth of detention and my teacher is covered in pink polka dots. The only thing that would be funnier,
I suppose, is Neville's grandmother's dress and hat on him. I guess it was well worth it. Oh look, ive just been kicked out of class, well bugger to you too.
I spent the rest of the class period working on other homework. I suppose it helps that now I can work on more important things. I just hope this doesnt
take away my position as Head Girl.
sorry this was so short, I promise the next one will be longer. I would also like to mention, that although I do not mind flames, please give a reason as to why you
didnt like my story. it rather annoying to have someone tell you 'this story sux (cant even spell right), delete it right now and write something good!) Well what sucks
about it? Did it offend you? Was it badly written? Was it completly improbable? Well that enough ranting, please Read and Reveiw.