A/N: this is written my moody, and is based partly on her life, well the
beginning is anyway. The rest is all pure fiction.
Michelle hid in the small, back room, where no ever looked for her. She sat in the comfy, slightly tattered chair. Her cousins were visiting and had already ripped the wallpaper in the sitting room, tried to set her rats free, and trodden on the dog. In her rush to escape the torment that is her cousins, she forget her beloved book.
Well actually it was series of books all about a boy called Harry Potter. She often found herself daydreaming of Harry Potter and Hogwarts. It didn't help of course that her friends Madeleine was an even bigger fan than her, and every conversation they had, no mater what it was about, always ended up about Harry \potter, or something about the wizarding world. Between the two of them they had come up with numerous reasons about why they hadn't tapped into their powers yet, one being that they were sent to throw people of the scent that magic was real, and even went as far as muttering spells when they were in class, trying to tap into their inner power.
Michelle sat in the small room, wishing she had brought her notepad so that at least she could've written another Harry Potter fan fiction. Finally, after doing everything she could think of to entertain herself, she decided to try something that she had seen on TV. Michelle often done this, especially if it was a stunt. The unusual thing was that she always managed to succeed in the stunts. She settled her self in the chair, tucking her feet in underneath her. Slowly her mind went blank, as she sat perfectly still. Slowly she felt a feeling overwhelm her. Quickly she opened her eyes in time to see a white light, with streaks of green, flow from her over to the small window in front of her, where it hit the pane of glass and smashed it.
She gawped at what just happened. Undecided on whether it was real or just another figment of her imagination. It was only when her idiotic sister came running into the room, in hopes of getting her in trouble, that it clicked. She had just done magic. Her life dream had just come true. Suffering from shock, she stared to laugh hysterically. Unable to control herself she slid onto the floor, opposite the shards of glass. Maryann, her sister, took one look at her, before she turned and left the room, yelling something that sounded like 'she's in one of her funny moods again mum! She needs help! I can't believe she's my sister!!!'. This was the usual remark from her sister, no matter what happened.
Her mum came into the room and screamed when she saw Michelle huddled over in laughter, although from where she was standing Michelle looked like she was in considerable pain, with shards of glass on the floor. Quickly she ran to where Michelle was and drew her close to her, while shouting for her husband. She always knew that Michelle was different, but always refused to believe that she was mentally unstable when her relatives brought it up, often after Michelle attempted a dangerous stunt, or had dreamed up a scheme that usually ended up with her getting into trouble with some form of authority. She knew, however, as she sat there with Michelle hat it was time to sort it out and get some professional help.
A/N: so whats going to happen? I haven't quite decided yet, I have a fair idea, but if u want to make any suggestions be my guest. I apologise that it was only a short chapter, but it is only setting the scene.
Michelle hid in the small, back room, where no ever looked for her. She sat in the comfy, slightly tattered chair. Her cousins were visiting and had already ripped the wallpaper in the sitting room, tried to set her rats free, and trodden on the dog. In her rush to escape the torment that is her cousins, she forget her beloved book.
Well actually it was series of books all about a boy called Harry Potter. She often found herself daydreaming of Harry Potter and Hogwarts. It didn't help of course that her friends Madeleine was an even bigger fan than her, and every conversation they had, no mater what it was about, always ended up about Harry \potter, or something about the wizarding world. Between the two of them they had come up with numerous reasons about why they hadn't tapped into their powers yet, one being that they were sent to throw people of the scent that magic was real, and even went as far as muttering spells when they were in class, trying to tap into their inner power.
Michelle sat in the small room, wishing she had brought her notepad so that at least she could've written another Harry Potter fan fiction. Finally, after doing everything she could think of to entertain herself, she decided to try something that she had seen on TV. Michelle often done this, especially if it was a stunt. The unusual thing was that she always managed to succeed in the stunts. She settled her self in the chair, tucking her feet in underneath her. Slowly her mind went blank, as she sat perfectly still. Slowly she felt a feeling overwhelm her. Quickly she opened her eyes in time to see a white light, with streaks of green, flow from her over to the small window in front of her, where it hit the pane of glass and smashed it.
She gawped at what just happened. Undecided on whether it was real or just another figment of her imagination. It was only when her idiotic sister came running into the room, in hopes of getting her in trouble, that it clicked. She had just done magic. Her life dream had just come true. Suffering from shock, she stared to laugh hysterically. Unable to control herself she slid onto the floor, opposite the shards of glass. Maryann, her sister, took one look at her, before she turned and left the room, yelling something that sounded like 'she's in one of her funny moods again mum! She needs help! I can't believe she's my sister!!!'. This was the usual remark from her sister, no matter what happened.
Her mum came into the room and screamed when she saw Michelle huddled over in laughter, although from where she was standing Michelle looked like she was in considerable pain, with shards of glass on the floor. Quickly she ran to where Michelle was and drew her close to her, while shouting for her husband. She always knew that Michelle was different, but always refused to believe that she was mentally unstable when her relatives brought it up, often after Michelle attempted a dangerous stunt, or had dreamed up a scheme that usually ended up with her getting into trouble with some form of authority. She knew, however, as she sat there with Michelle hat it was time to sort it out and get some professional help.
A/N: so whats going to happen? I haven't quite decided yet, I have a fair idea, but if u want to make any suggestions be my guest. I apologise that it was only a short chapter, but it is only setting the scene.