Guess what? I don't own Harry Potter! You're shocked, aren't you? But
the characters you've never heard of, those are mine. And I'm proud of
them. So tell me what you think of them. I love other people's opinions.
Thank you. (
How Can You Ask For Help, If You Don't Know What They're Doing Is Wrong?
Katie Johnson
My counselor has suggested that I write down my life story as thus, as a method of working through the experiences. I figure it's worth a shot, right?
I was born on October 31st, 1984. My parents Christopher and Suzanne Johnson named me Kathryn, but called me Katie. Now, apparently I was born somewhere in England, but before I was a month old we moved to Minnesota, where we lived on a farm, miles outside of any town.
We didn't live close enough to a school for it to be logical for me to attend, so I was home schooled, which consisted of me teaching me the stuff I read. And, with our lack of neighbors, I think Mother went a little stir-crazy. She started drinking. Only a little at first, but soon you couldn't find a time of day when she was sober. My father wasn't as bad. He was sober enough to run the farm during the day, but . . . he drank beyond belief at night.
And, for as long as I can remember, the only quality time we spent together was me being bruised, or broken. How is a little girl supposed to know that's wrong? It wasn't always that, though. Sometimes they both passed out for hours at a time. I even remember a time when I was about 6 years old, that they both went on vacation for a few weeks and just left me. I figured that was all a part of growing up.
It seemed that life like that would continue on forever, but one morning I woke early to find a letter, addressed to me, on my windowsill. As confused as I was as to how it got there, I was even more curious as to who in the world would be writing me. Since I had over an hour before morning chores, I decided to open my letter in the privacy of my bedroom. Who knows what kind of ruckus it would've caused. I mean, I didn't even know anybody other than my parents.
The seal on the back of the envelope said "Hogwarts." That was funny. Some one must've been making up words. I opened the envelope and pulled the letter out.
Dear Kathryn, (It read) Your presence is requested at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school representative will be there at 3 pm to discuss transportation. Meet at your barn. We look forward to your attendance.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Dumbledore
I just sat there, stunned, for several moments. Witchcraft and Wizardry? That doesn't exist! And while I sat there trying to comprehend the letter, I heard the rooster crow, so I hurried down to start breakfast.
All day long, while my hands did the tedious work they'd grown accustomed to, my mind was in constant turmoil. It had to be some kind of joke! But who would play a joke like that on a 10-year-old kid? When 3'o'clock began to near, I noticed that Mother was in a drunken slumber, and Father would be in town until late. I had nothing to lose, and the curiosity was killing me, so I went down to the barn. I stood next to my favorite cow for a few minutes, and then noticed a gorgeous cat that I hadn't seen before. As I walked over to it, I spoke gently to it, so I wouldn't scare it away. "Hey there, pretty kitty. I haven't seen you around here before." And I reached down to pet it, but with a *pop* my hand was stroking some lady's shoe! I was so frightened I couldn't even yell! I stumbled backwards, tripped over something, and blacked out.
How Can You Ask For Help, If You Don't Know What They're Doing Is Wrong?
Katie Johnson
My counselor has suggested that I write down my life story as thus, as a method of working through the experiences. I figure it's worth a shot, right?
I was born on October 31st, 1984. My parents Christopher and Suzanne Johnson named me Kathryn, but called me Katie. Now, apparently I was born somewhere in England, but before I was a month old we moved to Minnesota, where we lived on a farm, miles outside of any town.
We didn't live close enough to a school for it to be logical for me to attend, so I was home schooled, which consisted of me teaching me the stuff I read. And, with our lack of neighbors, I think Mother went a little stir-crazy. She started drinking. Only a little at first, but soon you couldn't find a time of day when she was sober. My father wasn't as bad. He was sober enough to run the farm during the day, but . . . he drank beyond belief at night.
And, for as long as I can remember, the only quality time we spent together was me being bruised, or broken. How is a little girl supposed to know that's wrong? It wasn't always that, though. Sometimes they both passed out for hours at a time. I even remember a time when I was about 6 years old, that they both went on vacation for a few weeks and just left me. I figured that was all a part of growing up.
It seemed that life like that would continue on forever, but one morning I woke early to find a letter, addressed to me, on my windowsill. As confused as I was as to how it got there, I was even more curious as to who in the world would be writing me. Since I had over an hour before morning chores, I decided to open my letter in the privacy of my bedroom. Who knows what kind of ruckus it would've caused. I mean, I didn't even know anybody other than my parents.
The seal on the back of the envelope said "Hogwarts." That was funny. Some one must've been making up words. I opened the envelope and pulled the letter out.
Dear Kathryn, (It read) Your presence is requested at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school representative will be there at 3 pm to discuss transportation. Meet at your barn. We look forward to your attendance.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Dumbledore
I just sat there, stunned, for several moments. Witchcraft and Wizardry? That doesn't exist! And while I sat there trying to comprehend the letter, I heard the rooster crow, so I hurried down to start breakfast.
All day long, while my hands did the tedious work they'd grown accustomed to, my mind was in constant turmoil. It had to be some kind of joke! But who would play a joke like that on a 10-year-old kid? When 3'o'clock began to near, I noticed that Mother was in a drunken slumber, and Father would be in town until late. I had nothing to lose, and the curiosity was killing me, so I went down to the barn. I stood next to my favorite cow for a few minutes, and then noticed a gorgeous cat that I hadn't seen before. As I walked over to it, I spoke gently to it, so I wouldn't scare it away. "Hey there, pretty kitty. I haven't seen you around here before." And I reached down to pet it, but with a *pop* my hand was stroking some lady's shoe! I was so frightened I couldn't even yell! I stumbled backwards, tripped over something, and blacked out.