By 7:00 am, I was in the car, drving down Wendover to get to Forrest Grove International Airport of Flight and Flying. My parents were talking on and on and I wasn't paying much attention until my mom said the phrase, "We'll miss you,". That got my attention. "Wah? You aren't at least coming to wherever I'm going to help me shop?" I asked, alarmed. "Well, we can't go to London with you. We have work." With that said, they parked, threw me and my luggage out of the car, kissed me goodbye, and pulled off. I brushed the dirt of me and entered the airport. After a few minutes of total and uttered confusion, I was saved. "Chanelle, over here. Flight is leaving in 20 mins," yelled a familiar voice. I turned around and saw Carmen and a man in his early 20s standing a few yards away. The man looked like he really didn't want to be here. I walked over to them. "Hey, whassup?" I greeted. "Hello, I'm Tom Thompkins and I am your guide for this next week. I will introduce you do the world of wizards and will help you get everything together," the man said monotonously, then added, "I better cut the crap. I don't really want to be here right now. I had to appear here only to be flying back to London again." I looked up at him. Didn't seem like the nicest fellow. Maybe he was in a bad mood that day. Maybe I'll never know. Right now, I'll skip to when we boarded the plane and Tom started to tell us somethings. "Have y'all read the Harry Potter Books?" he asked. Carmen and I both nodded. "Good, that makes my job easier. Everything is basically like that except names are slightly different. J.k. Rowling wrote what we know as the Biography of A Great Wizard: Harry James Potter, or the Harry Potter series as your muggles know it as. The houses at Hogpillows-same, everything, the same. And just to let you know, Harry Potter lived 50 years ago so don't expect to run into him. Never had children, at least I don't think. Diagon Alley is our first stop. Get the stuff on here," he handed us lists, "I'll show you were to get it. Be mindful, things have changed in 50 years, the things in those Harry Potter books aren't the same. like, there is 9 years, not 7. From 13 to 21. I'm a senior and your like first years." We nodded and then Tom put on a pair of earphones and ignored us the rest of the ride. "So whadya think about all this?" I asked Carmen. "Not sure, I think he's hot," replied my furry friend. She glanced over at Tom. "Eww, yeah right. You have problems," "You just don't want to admit that I'm right," she hot back. "Suuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrreee," was my only reply. "But too bad we won't see Draco, he's like 70 now, imagine him now" "Don't want to," said Carmen as we started laughing. Tom took of his earphones and yelled out us for being "too loud". Whatever. After 15 long hours, we finally landed. It was 11:00 at night. Really dark. Guess we weren't getting any shoppong done tonight. So basically, we went to Motel 8 (much better than Motel 6) and slept until the next morning * * * * * You know in the Harry Potter movie when they do that thing with the bricks to get into Diagon Alley. Well, we didn't have to do that. We just walked in and it was amazing. It was totally packed with people. Barely any space at all to walk, Constant bumping and pushing. Our first stop, the bank to get some money that I didn't know I had. Supposely, Mr. Sanchevy donated most of his money to get us away. Then we went on to the book shop. Tom went to a more advanced section. We went to the beginner sections. Some Standard Spell book and other crap.. We left there with about seven books. Next stop was the wand. Now that was an interesting place. When we entered, their was already on guy there. He looked about our age. His wand just spat out some green sparks and that indicated that it was the right one. As he left, I smiled at the guy. He waved a little and then rushed out. I shrugged. I walked up to the counter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to my shop. And what might you name be?" the strange man said. I could hear Carmen giggling behind me. I back kicked her. "I'm Chanelle Tyson," I answered. He seemed to be pondering for a while then he looked into my eyes. "Never heard of a Tyson. Must be a Muggle-born, eh?" he siad "Er-,"I started until he shoved a wand into my hand. I've seen Harry Potter enough to know what to do. I gave it away and as soon as I did, those sparks came flying. "Perfect! 11 inch Mahogany Magic-Squirrel Fur! That'll be 10 sickles." I payed him happily and watched as Carmen went through what seemed like hundereds of wands before she got the right one. A 3 in Twig Beaver Tooth. Supposely good for attacks that cause pain. Perfect for Carmen. After a few more stops, we got rather hungry. So we of course we had to eat.