Chapter 2:
Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts Express
Tell me what you think!!!!!!!!! ********
August 9th 7.00 p.m.
I tried to write to Harry today but I wasn't able. I didn't have a clue what to say. I mean hello, what am I supposed to say:
Dear Harry. How are you? This is Cho Chang. I know you don't really know me but how did Cedric die. Please put in your own feelings and spill your guts out to me..
Cho
Yeah, that wouldn't be stupid!
I've been having more nightmares. These one are of Voldemort killing everyone. It's so horrible. OH MY GOD!!! I just looked in the mirror. Oh god, I look like shit! My hair is all knotty and dirty and my face is all pale. I look like I haven't eaten. Wait, I haven't! I'm hungry. I want a sandwich. I know, weird, but I'm a pretty weird person altogether.
August 20th 4.00 p.m.
We're going to Diagon Alley next week. I don't want to go. Suddenly I'm feeling all depressed. Oh great, now I'm crying. It's just that Dad said that he'll bring me into Quality Quidditch Supplies and get me a new broom. It's not like I want a Firebolt or anything, it's just that Cedric was always going on about Quidditch. I guess I'll be the second best Seeker this year, now that Cedric is gone. I mean, Malfoy sucks. Harry is unbelievable on a broomstick. He's born for Quidditch. I think the Gryffindor team will win this year. Wood may be gone but Fred and George are still on the team. Angelina, Katie and Alicia are brilliant handling the Quaffle and like I said, Harry was born to be a Seeker. Look at me, here I am rambling on about Quidditch.
August 26th 11.00 p.m.
We're going tomorrow!
August 27th 5.00 p.m.
We're staying in the Leaky Cauldron until September first. I hate it here! I don't hate the place, I hate the way my parents are acting like I have a severe mental problem and I'll break if I'm left out of their care for over two seconds.
I saw my "friends". They ignored me at first. I thought they hadn't seen me and went over to them. They were all, "We didn't want to write until we were sure you were okay." I freaked out. I told them that the only way I would be okay was if my friends were there for me. We had a massive fight right there in Flourish and Blotts and Melanie told me I was a self-centred bitch. I couldn't believe it. I told her to f-off. She did, along with her new followers. I couldn't believe it! We were all best friends before and now she's there treating them like dogs and she's blaming ME! The only problem now is that I'm friendless. I think I'm gonna cry again.
August 30th 3.00
I'm writing this in Florean Fortescue's Ice- Cream Parlour. I'm alone. I'm bored. I've got all my school supplies. I rejected Dad's offer of a new broomstick, not because I didn't want one, but because he was trying to buy me. I got a new owl instead. He's a tawny owl. He's mostly for company- I haven't exactly been a bustling Post Office recently.
August 31st Midnight
I can't sleep. I don't know if I'm excited or not. I'd rather stay in my room forever. Mum and Dad won't let me. I'm scared that everyone will look at me the way they look at Harry. At the end of last year, nobody went near me. I'm guessing this year will be the same. Now I've gotten this book all wet from crying. I wish I could stop but I can't. I'll write tomorrow.
September 1st 9.00
I'm all packed. We're leaving in a half hour. I'm scared. I've been saying goodbye to all my family. I'll miss them.
September 1st 12.00
This is soo horrible. mum and dad made a big scene on platform 9 ¾. Everyone was looking and I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I found an empty compartment but it didn't stay that way for long. Fred and George needed somewhere. I let them stay in my compartment. They were really sweet.
My God!
Did I just say that?!
It's true though. They were really sympathetic. Then they cracked some jokes and gave me a bag of their newest 'designs'. They went to visit Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They asked me if I wanted to come but I said no. I don't want to tag along. I'm fine by myself. They exchanged this weird twin look and then left. We'll be there in about an hour. I wanna go home.
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Well? Sorry it took so long and it's so short. I've been so busy.
Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts Express
Tell me what you think!!!!!!!!! ********
August 9th 7.00 p.m.
I tried to write to Harry today but I wasn't able. I didn't have a clue what to say. I mean hello, what am I supposed to say:
Dear Harry. How are you? This is Cho Chang. I know you don't really know me but how did Cedric die. Please put in your own feelings and spill your guts out to me..
Cho
Yeah, that wouldn't be stupid!
I've been having more nightmares. These one are of Voldemort killing everyone. It's so horrible. OH MY GOD!!! I just looked in the mirror. Oh god, I look like shit! My hair is all knotty and dirty and my face is all pale. I look like I haven't eaten. Wait, I haven't! I'm hungry. I want a sandwich. I know, weird, but I'm a pretty weird person altogether.
August 20th 4.00 p.m.
We're going to Diagon Alley next week. I don't want to go. Suddenly I'm feeling all depressed. Oh great, now I'm crying. It's just that Dad said that he'll bring me into Quality Quidditch Supplies and get me a new broom. It's not like I want a Firebolt or anything, it's just that Cedric was always going on about Quidditch. I guess I'll be the second best Seeker this year, now that Cedric is gone. I mean, Malfoy sucks. Harry is unbelievable on a broomstick. He's born for Quidditch. I think the Gryffindor team will win this year. Wood may be gone but Fred and George are still on the team. Angelina, Katie and Alicia are brilliant handling the Quaffle and like I said, Harry was born to be a Seeker. Look at me, here I am rambling on about Quidditch.
August 26th 11.00 p.m.
We're going tomorrow!
August 27th 5.00 p.m.
We're staying in the Leaky Cauldron until September first. I hate it here! I don't hate the place, I hate the way my parents are acting like I have a severe mental problem and I'll break if I'm left out of their care for over two seconds.
I saw my "friends". They ignored me at first. I thought they hadn't seen me and went over to them. They were all, "We didn't want to write until we were sure you were okay." I freaked out. I told them that the only way I would be okay was if my friends were there for me. We had a massive fight right there in Flourish and Blotts and Melanie told me I was a self-centred bitch. I couldn't believe it. I told her to f-off. She did, along with her new followers. I couldn't believe it! We were all best friends before and now she's there treating them like dogs and she's blaming ME! The only problem now is that I'm friendless. I think I'm gonna cry again.
August 30th 3.00
I'm writing this in Florean Fortescue's Ice- Cream Parlour. I'm alone. I'm bored. I've got all my school supplies. I rejected Dad's offer of a new broomstick, not because I didn't want one, but because he was trying to buy me. I got a new owl instead. He's a tawny owl. He's mostly for company- I haven't exactly been a bustling Post Office recently.
August 31st Midnight
I can't sleep. I don't know if I'm excited or not. I'd rather stay in my room forever. Mum and Dad won't let me. I'm scared that everyone will look at me the way they look at Harry. At the end of last year, nobody went near me. I'm guessing this year will be the same. Now I've gotten this book all wet from crying. I wish I could stop but I can't. I'll write tomorrow.
September 1st 9.00
I'm all packed. We're leaving in a half hour. I'm scared. I've been saying goodbye to all my family. I'll miss them.
September 1st 12.00
This is soo horrible. mum and dad made a big scene on platform 9 ¾. Everyone was looking and I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I found an empty compartment but it didn't stay that way for long. Fred and George needed somewhere. I let them stay in my compartment. They were really sweet.
My God!
Did I just say that?!
It's true though. They were really sympathetic. Then they cracked some jokes and gave me a bag of their newest 'designs'. They went to visit Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They asked me if I wanted to come but I said no. I don't want to tag along. I'm fine by myself. They exchanged this weird twin look and then left. We'll be there in about an hour. I wanna go home.
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Well? Sorry it took so long and it's so short. I've been so busy.