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belong to JK Rowling. Also, I think I once saw a fic with this title.I'm
sorry if it was yours! I don't think the plot is the same though, but I
never read it. If you want me to change the title, review and tell me.
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Confessions of a Perfect Prefect
I've never been the type to have a diary, so if you think I'm writing in one, I'm not. I merely needed somewhere to put my thoughts, and as anyone I told would think me crazy, a piece of paper seemed to be the best bet.
I bet if you knew who I am, you'd put this down and go find Madam Pomfrey. Anyone who knows me would think I was ill, or not in my right mind, to be writing this. So, I'm not going to tell you my name. At least, not until the very end. Because, for once, I want someone to know about my troubles, and I want someone to care. I want everyone to stop expecting me to be the Perfect Prefect.
All my life, I've been surrounded by successful people. I've had to follow my brothers at Hogwarts and live up to the standards they set. I can't play Quidditch, never could. I guess I just lack the daring or something. Whatever it is, they've got it and I haven't. The only way I can possibly live up to their reputations is to be the Perfect Prefect. And sometimes, I hate it.
I hate always being the one that people look to for advice. Why does everyone always expect me to have all the answers? I'm the one who people come to for help; I'm the one that's always got to keep my head in dangerous situations. Didn't anyone every think that maybe I need someone to get advice from? I sometimes need help too, you know. Why hasn't that occurred to anyone?
But that's not the worst of it. The worst of it is, I'm wasting away. My life is slipping by, and I've done nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing worthwhile or exciting. In all my sixteen years, I've got no accomplishments to be proud of. If I were to die today, no one would remember me. And if they did, it would only be as the Perfect Prefect.
Sometimes, I wake up in the morning, and I just want to grab a broomstick and fly out the window. I want to fly around the world, and never come back. I want to circle up high in the clouds, still wearing my pajamas, because I never bothered to get dressed. But every time I get that idea, I chicken out. I'm lacking in something. Guts, maybe, or daring. I'd give anything to have it, so that I could be like my brothers. So that I could be something interesting. Not just the Perfect Prefect.
And I know that if I ever told anyone this, they'd call me crazy. Or worse, laugh in my face. They all think I've got it made. Smart, prefect, probably Head Boy next year, great girlfriend. To them, the list goes on and on. But they aren't in my shoes. They aren't living my life. What have I got to look forward to? A career in the Ministry, most likely. But nothing big. I lack the power and determination to make anything important out of my career. No, I'll merely be some vice-head of some side department, and no one will ever remember me.
Is it too late for me? Is it too late for me to change and become someone new? Yes, I fear it is. And don't bother telling me otherwise. It'll only get my hopes up. I will just have to content myself with being the Perfect Prefect for the rest of my life.
Signed,
Percy Weasley
A/N: Speaking of reviews, Review! I live for reviews! They keep me writing. Also, Merry Christmas to everyone! Now, read, enjoy and REVIEW!
Confessions of a Perfect Prefect
I've never been the type to have a diary, so if you think I'm writing in one, I'm not. I merely needed somewhere to put my thoughts, and as anyone I told would think me crazy, a piece of paper seemed to be the best bet.
I bet if you knew who I am, you'd put this down and go find Madam Pomfrey. Anyone who knows me would think I was ill, or not in my right mind, to be writing this. So, I'm not going to tell you my name. At least, not until the very end. Because, for once, I want someone to know about my troubles, and I want someone to care. I want everyone to stop expecting me to be the Perfect Prefect.
All my life, I've been surrounded by successful people. I've had to follow my brothers at Hogwarts and live up to the standards they set. I can't play Quidditch, never could. I guess I just lack the daring or something. Whatever it is, they've got it and I haven't. The only way I can possibly live up to their reputations is to be the Perfect Prefect. And sometimes, I hate it.
I hate always being the one that people look to for advice. Why does everyone always expect me to have all the answers? I'm the one who people come to for help; I'm the one that's always got to keep my head in dangerous situations. Didn't anyone every think that maybe I need someone to get advice from? I sometimes need help too, you know. Why hasn't that occurred to anyone?
But that's not the worst of it. The worst of it is, I'm wasting away. My life is slipping by, and I've done nothing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing worthwhile or exciting. In all my sixteen years, I've got no accomplishments to be proud of. If I were to die today, no one would remember me. And if they did, it would only be as the Perfect Prefect.
Sometimes, I wake up in the morning, and I just want to grab a broomstick and fly out the window. I want to fly around the world, and never come back. I want to circle up high in the clouds, still wearing my pajamas, because I never bothered to get dressed. But every time I get that idea, I chicken out. I'm lacking in something. Guts, maybe, or daring. I'd give anything to have it, so that I could be like my brothers. So that I could be something interesting. Not just the Perfect Prefect.
And I know that if I ever told anyone this, they'd call me crazy. Or worse, laugh in my face. They all think I've got it made. Smart, prefect, probably Head Boy next year, great girlfriend. To them, the list goes on and on. But they aren't in my shoes. They aren't living my life. What have I got to look forward to? A career in the Ministry, most likely. But nothing big. I lack the power and determination to make anything important out of my career. No, I'll merely be some vice-head of some side department, and no one will ever remember me.
Is it too late for me? Is it too late for me to change and become someone new? Yes, I fear it is. And don't bother telling me otherwise. It'll only get my hopes up. I will just have to content myself with being the Perfect Prefect for the rest of my life.
Signed,
Percy Weasley