Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the setting or background
facts. I do however own the main character girl, Andrea. I really do own
her. She is like me in so many ways, and I own myself so HA! Take that J.K
Rowling!
Author's Note: I cant believe people actually like my story! My other stuff, no one liked. Which may have something to do with the fact that they really were crap, but still. I never seem to post my good stuff because after I write it I deem it too personal to put up. But, it's hard to make Harry Potter too personal. Anyway, I know why no one reviewed before. Because when I was rating it before, I put it under R instead of PG-13 and I think we all know it isn't R material. Unlike the extremely scary movie I saw last night. The Ring is by far, the freakiest movie ever created. Nothing compares. If The Sixth Sense scared you, as it did me, then I do not suggest The Ring. I had to sleep with my mother last night and I kept eyeing the TV warily (if you've seen it, you'll understand why). We watched Clueless to calm me down and make me forget about the scariosity of The Ring. My friend warned me it was scary, she didn't mention I would be paralyzed with fear of televisions and mirrors (more so than I already am) for the next month. I this is the first time I am actually glad my parents didn't let me have a television in my room.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Seven
About ten minutes later Andrea excused herself and headed up to the Gryffindor rooms. She whispered what she hoped was the right password to the Fat Lady, and headed up to her bed. Andrea grabbed her laptop case and a Luna bar from her trunks and headed down to the Library. She hadn't seen any computers yet and began to wonder if in fact Hogwarts had even caught on to the computer mania. Or maybe it was just too much of a muggle thing. Andrea found a comfy chair facing the wall in a secluded area of the Library and settled in. She realized that the school had no power outlets when she was searching that morning, and quickly recited the little spell she knew to power the laptop without an electrical source. It was a complicated spell that drew electricity from the atmosphere and converted in into energy her computer could use. After a few minutes, it was charged, booted up and ready to use. She opened the story she had been working on for a few months before her mother's death and she picked up where she left off. Andrea decided she needed her music to concentrate, though there were no sounds because everyone was at dinner, and opened her Winamp file and started listening to her favorites songs. She had a little New Found Glory to begin with, some Get up Kids next, some Rufus Wainwright, Jeff Buckley and Manic Street Preachers. Those were followed by some of her peculiar tastes including the music from Buffy the Musical, that George Michael song "Faith", the techno song "Gotta Get through This" by Daniel Beddingford, Meryl Bambridge's "Mouth" and "Two Princes" by the Spin Doctors. Andrea started singing along to "Mouth." "Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad if I could turn you on? When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it. Turn you upside down, don't want to waste it." She didn't hear the snickering laugh behind her. The song changed to Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah", her absolute favorite song besides Don McLean's "American Pie." It was quite a transition from "Mouth" but this song always made her content. It was just an amazing song. She sighed in-sync with Jeff at the beginning of the song. Andrea opened an Internet Explorer window and went to her online journal. This she never showed her journal to anyone and it only showed up on her website that no one visited. But the beautiful thing about it was she could write in it as though she was talking to somebody who really knew nothing about her. This had been her outlet for years and it held so many of her problems and experiences. She began a new entry. The last one had been from before she even came to England a few weeks ago. She started typing.
I am listening to Jeff again. Hallelujah. Great song. If I was going to kill myself, and considering everything, it is a definite possibility, I would do it to this song. Not that it is that sad, it's just such an amazing song, I can totally see myself dying to it. I would put in on repeat on my laptop really loudly, let myself absorb the music, and sink the razor blade into my wrist and slowly drag it across. The blood would begin to pour and I would slowly slip out of consciousness and existence. Sigh. But I don't think I could do that. Not just yet. Sure, I like cutting myself, but not anything fatal. I don't want to limit my options. I hate feeling trapped. That is why this whole rule about not leaving my room at night will not do for me. That reminds me, about my boarding school. The first day went pretty well. I think this place will be good for me. I have already begun to heal. It began on the train. After I tried to brush off some other kids I realized I need friends now. In fact I should really contact my old friends and apologize for blocking them off. Do you think they'll understand? They have to, at least on some levels. How can I make it up to them, to Jake? I left him for a blood lusting demon for Gods sake! That must've been hard on him. First, I need to get settled a little more though, let my authority be known. I want to be respected and accepted by these British students. I can start with a clean slate here. They don't know about me, so I can hide a few aspects of my past and personality from them. Like the cutting. They don't have a guidance counselor or anything but I get the feeling I'd be institutionalized if they found out about that. They take things too seriously here. And it's not a serious problem. So a cause a few gashes on my arm. It never bleeds too much, and they heal eventually. And I don't cut every day. So it's no problem. I'll just have to try and remember to avoid T-Shirts and tank tops on the "bad" days. Although, I'm not sure tank tops are the best thing for a place like this. They are all so conservative here. "Daring" for the girls is wearing their cloaks (yes we have to wear cloaks over the uniform) open and their skirts an inch above the knee. Dorks. If they saw some of the stuff I wear, they would probably faint. So I will take it easy for a while, starting with the less showy outfits. But I get the feeling that if I wore a tank top, the guys would not be able to keep their hands off me and I'd be jumped in the hall...actually that doesn't sound so bad. ::grins devilishly:: Yes there are some pretty yummy boys here; and the accents! The accents really turn me on! Wow, I am back to my old, sexually driven self. I really am healing. Funny how life is. One minute you want to end yours, the next you still do, but there is something keeping you from doing so, like a last twinge of hope. I always wanted to survive, just didn't know how. Then I stumbled across a chapter in a book on historical schools for this boarding school and my life changed. I had some hope. I knew it would take a miracle to save me, and I hoped it would lie in this boarding school. What better place to get a miracle than far away from home, which I don't have anymore, in the middle of nowhere England? And that miracle came. I had a revelation after having another nervous break down and puking in the bathroom for an hour. I made friends, enemies, and met my fascist teacher. I'll go into that later. Now I want to eat my nutrition bar. Yup, that's my dinner, a Luna bar. The food here sucks the big one. I can't eat it. It is all covered in fattening sauces and weird gelatinous stuff. I think I will try to avoid most meals. Luckily I brought a shit-load of packaged food from Costco (or as us old school people call it, Price Club) to live off from back home in America where the food is edible. Have a nice night, or day or whatever. I don't know the time difference anymore. I think it is seven hours but that might be from Africa.oh well. Cheerio! (see I am catching on already) Andrea didn't notice the person reading over her shoulder, although she wouldn't even if she had been paying attention. He was cloaked in an invisibility cloak he had received from his father. And no, he wasn't a certain Harry Potter we all love so dearly.
A.N. I really have nothing to say.except that with the online journal thing, I have one of those and it is very very useful. You should so get one. I have one from Blogger.com. I recomendest that thou doth creatith one of the blogs for thee self.ith.
Author's Note: I cant believe people actually like my story! My other stuff, no one liked. Which may have something to do with the fact that they really were crap, but still. I never seem to post my good stuff because after I write it I deem it too personal to put up. But, it's hard to make Harry Potter too personal. Anyway, I know why no one reviewed before. Because when I was rating it before, I put it under R instead of PG-13 and I think we all know it isn't R material. Unlike the extremely scary movie I saw last night. The Ring is by far, the freakiest movie ever created. Nothing compares. If The Sixth Sense scared you, as it did me, then I do not suggest The Ring. I had to sleep with my mother last night and I kept eyeing the TV warily (if you've seen it, you'll understand why). We watched Clueless to calm me down and make me forget about the scariosity of The Ring. My friend warned me it was scary, she didn't mention I would be paralyzed with fear of televisions and mirrors (more so than I already am) for the next month. I this is the first time I am actually glad my parents didn't let me have a television in my room.
Rating: I guess I have to give this a rating sooooo.PG-13. I have some scary themes like death, sexual harassment (not really though), cutting (my friends' wrongful accusations inspired that part) and more. Just another fun filled story. No seriously, its good. I don't like to brag at all, but this story is not completely terrible, or else I wouldn't have even posted it. I had two other people read it who thought it was good as well so I am finally ready, after about four revisions to the entire thing, to post the first few chapters, see how people like them, and continue posting regardless of what the hell people like. Enjoy.
Chapter Seven
About ten minutes later Andrea excused herself and headed up to the Gryffindor rooms. She whispered what she hoped was the right password to the Fat Lady, and headed up to her bed. Andrea grabbed her laptop case and a Luna bar from her trunks and headed down to the Library. She hadn't seen any computers yet and began to wonder if in fact Hogwarts had even caught on to the computer mania. Or maybe it was just too much of a muggle thing. Andrea found a comfy chair facing the wall in a secluded area of the Library and settled in. She realized that the school had no power outlets when she was searching that morning, and quickly recited the little spell she knew to power the laptop without an electrical source. It was a complicated spell that drew electricity from the atmosphere and converted in into energy her computer could use. After a few minutes, it was charged, booted up and ready to use. She opened the story she had been working on for a few months before her mother's death and she picked up where she left off. Andrea decided she needed her music to concentrate, though there were no sounds because everyone was at dinner, and opened her Winamp file and started listening to her favorites songs. She had a little New Found Glory to begin with, some Get up Kids next, some Rufus Wainwright, Jeff Buckley and Manic Street Preachers. Those were followed by some of her peculiar tastes including the music from Buffy the Musical, that George Michael song "Faith", the techno song "Gotta Get through This" by Daniel Beddingford, Meryl Bambridge's "Mouth" and "Two Princes" by the Spin Doctors. Andrea started singing along to "Mouth." "Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? Would I be so bad if I could turn you on? When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it. Turn you upside down, don't want to waste it." She didn't hear the snickering laugh behind her. The song changed to Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah", her absolute favorite song besides Don McLean's "American Pie." It was quite a transition from "Mouth" but this song always made her content. It was just an amazing song. She sighed in-sync with Jeff at the beginning of the song. Andrea opened an Internet Explorer window and went to her online journal. This she never showed her journal to anyone and it only showed up on her website that no one visited. But the beautiful thing about it was she could write in it as though she was talking to somebody who really knew nothing about her. This had been her outlet for years and it held so many of her problems and experiences. She began a new entry. The last one had been from before she even came to England a few weeks ago. She started typing.
I am listening to Jeff again. Hallelujah. Great song. If I was going to kill myself, and considering everything, it is a definite possibility, I would do it to this song. Not that it is that sad, it's just such an amazing song, I can totally see myself dying to it. I would put in on repeat on my laptop really loudly, let myself absorb the music, and sink the razor blade into my wrist and slowly drag it across. The blood would begin to pour and I would slowly slip out of consciousness and existence. Sigh. But I don't think I could do that. Not just yet. Sure, I like cutting myself, but not anything fatal. I don't want to limit my options. I hate feeling trapped. That is why this whole rule about not leaving my room at night will not do for me. That reminds me, about my boarding school. The first day went pretty well. I think this place will be good for me. I have already begun to heal. It began on the train. After I tried to brush off some other kids I realized I need friends now. In fact I should really contact my old friends and apologize for blocking them off. Do you think they'll understand? They have to, at least on some levels. How can I make it up to them, to Jake? I left him for a blood lusting demon for Gods sake! That must've been hard on him. First, I need to get settled a little more though, let my authority be known. I want to be respected and accepted by these British students. I can start with a clean slate here. They don't know about me, so I can hide a few aspects of my past and personality from them. Like the cutting. They don't have a guidance counselor or anything but I get the feeling I'd be institutionalized if they found out about that. They take things too seriously here. And it's not a serious problem. So a cause a few gashes on my arm. It never bleeds too much, and they heal eventually. And I don't cut every day. So it's no problem. I'll just have to try and remember to avoid T-Shirts and tank tops on the "bad" days. Although, I'm not sure tank tops are the best thing for a place like this. They are all so conservative here. "Daring" for the girls is wearing their cloaks (yes we have to wear cloaks over the uniform) open and their skirts an inch above the knee. Dorks. If they saw some of the stuff I wear, they would probably faint. So I will take it easy for a while, starting with the less showy outfits. But I get the feeling that if I wore a tank top, the guys would not be able to keep their hands off me and I'd be jumped in the hall...actually that doesn't sound so bad. ::grins devilishly:: Yes there are some pretty yummy boys here; and the accents! The accents really turn me on! Wow, I am back to my old, sexually driven self. I really am healing. Funny how life is. One minute you want to end yours, the next you still do, but there is something keeping you from doing so, like a last twinge of hope. I always wanted to survive, just didn't know how. Then I stumbled across a chapter in a book on historical schools for this boarding school and my life changed. I had some hope. I knew it would take a miracle to save me, and I hoped it would lie in this boarding school. What better place to get a miracle than far away from home, which I don't have anymore, in the middle of nowhere England? And that miracle came. I had a revelation after having another nervous break down and puking in the bathroom for an hour. I made friends, enemies, and met my fascist teacher. I'll go into that later. Now I want to eat my nutrition bar. Yup, that's my dinner, a Luna bar. The food here sucks the big one. I can't eat it. It is all covered in fattening sauces and weird gelatinous stuff. I think I will try to avoid most meals. Luckily I brought a shit-load of packaged food from Costco (or as us old school people call it, Price Club) to live off from back home in America where the food is edible. Have a nice night, or day or whatever. I don't know the time difference anymore. I think it is seven hours but that might be from Africa.oh well. Cheerio! (see I am catching on already) Andrea didn't notice the person reading over her shoulder, although she wouldn't even if she had been paying attention. He was cloaked in an invisibility cloak he had received from his father. And no, he wasn't a certain Harry Potter we all love so dearly.
A.N. I really have nothing to say.except that with the online journal thing, I have one of those and it is very very useful. You should so get one. I have one from Blogger.com. I recomendest that thou doth creatith one of the blogs for thee self.ith.