My friends and I were walking down the street, just casually, doing nothing
wrong, and laughing at the people as the walked by stairing. There I go
again, starting right in the middle again.
I'm Angli Francis Funk the 3rd, yes I know quite a mouthful, so you can call me Sox, everyone does. I got my "nick name" about two year ago, but it mostly started when I was 7. While all the other kids in school were singing along to "yellow brick road" I was enchanted by the wicked witch of the East's socks. So I've worn my pants rolled up to my knees, and brightly striped knees socks ever sense. When I was 10 I was introduced to the punk scene, and stared wearing heavy eyeliner, but that stopped when Avril Lavinge (the f***ing poser) cam out.
My four other friends (Bow, Neck, Bag, Brace) met at summer camp when we were 9. Bow's hair is dyed all different colors, we use to call her Rainbow, but decided it needed to be short and sweet , she seems to like it. Neck wears about a million necklaces, he is kinda odd. Brace wear about a million bracelets, he is fresh out of juvie for something he didn't do (stupid muggles). And Bag, well, bag wear a paper bag over her head, I don't think anyone other then her parents and brother have seen her with out it on.
If you noticed, I said muggles, you know, none magical people. Bag, Brace and Me are all from pure blood families, but Bow's mum was a Muggle, and Neck, well he's, he's a mudblood. Don't get me wrong, Neck's a grate guy, but. I got the calling magical muggles (oxymoron) Mudbloods from my dad. My dad is a full on tyrant, I can never have good enough posture, wear my hair the right way, or get good enough grades for him. He makes me want to go to Durmstrang just so I can learn the killing curse. My Mum and dad have been split sense as long as I can remember, I use to look forward to getting away from my dad to see her, Until she started popping Muggle pills and landed herself in St. Mango's home for the clinically and incurably insane. All of my friends parents are still together and they have there cozy little homes with a whit picket fence, while all I have is a cold distant father and and incredibly empty mansion. My family agreed to keep the fact that I was a witch from me until I got accepted to Hogwarts, so I was very surprised when I got the letter. Ooh, that reminds me, enough with the pleasantries, now you will get to see my story as it happened to me.
I'm Angli Francis Funk the 3rd, yes I know quite a mouthful, so you can call me Sox, everyone does. I got my "nick name" about two year ago, but it mostly started when I was 7. While all the other kids in school were singing along to "yellow brick road" I was enchanted by the wicked witch of the East's socks. So I've worn my pants rolled up to my knees, and brightly striped knees socks ever sense. When I was 10 I was introduced to the punk scene, and stared wearing heavy eyeliner, but that stopped when Avril Lavinge (the f***ing poser) cam out.
My four other friends (Bow, Neck, Bag, Brace) met at summer camp when we were 9. Bow's hair is dyed all different colors, we use to call her Rainbow, but decided it needed to be short and sweet , she seems to like it. Neck wears about a million necklaces, he is kinda odd. Brace wear about a million bracelets, he is fresh out of juvie for something he didn't do (stupid muggles). And Bag, well, bag wear a paper bag over her head, I don't think anyone other then her parents and brother have seen her with out it on.
If you noticed, I said muggles, you know, none magical people. Bag, Brace and Me are all from pure blood families, but Bow's mum was a Muggle, and Neck, well he's, he's a mudblood. Don't get me wrong, Neck's a grate guy, but. I got the calling magical muggles (oxymoron) Mudbloods from my dad. My dad is a full on tyrant, I can never have good enough posture, wear my hair the right way, or get good enough grades for him. He makes me want to go to Durmstrang just so I can learn the killing curse. My Mum and dad have been split sense as long as I can remember, I use to look forward to getting away from my dad to see her, Until she started popping Muggle pills and landed herself in St. Mango's home for the clinically and incurably insane. All of my friends parents are still together and they have there cozy little homes with a whit picket fence, while all I have is a cold distant father and and incredibly empty mansion. My family agreed to keep the fact that I was a witch from me until I got accepted to Hogwarts, so I was very surprised when I got the letter. Ooh, that reminds me, enough with the pleasantries, now you will get to see my story as it happened to me.