You know, it's a very strange thing to find out that all that you thought
was true turned out to be not so true. In fact it all turned out to be
horribly strange and surreal.
I've always been a bit strange to tell the truth. I was always the one who
was rejected by the other kids because I was smart, sucked at sport, or
made strange things happen at the most inopportune times. It all became
clear to me why this happened but it still hurt when I was teased and
ridiculed by the simpletons I used to go to school with.
The sport thing had been the bane of my existence up until then. I found
it to be the worst thing in the world to try your heart out and still not
manage to run faster than snail pace, plus running sucks! The other kids
always teased me because of my poor hand-eye-ball coordination, and I
really and truly never understood any of the games rules!
But you have no idea what it feels like to come home one day, when your
last class was P.E., and you look like you're returning from a fierce
battle. Your knees are scraped and bleeding, your shins bruised from
merciless girls brandishing hockey sticks, your sports uniform is covered
in mud, and there at the kitchen is your great, great aunt, who smiles
sweetly at you before dropping the bomb that you're a witch. All of a
sudden your entire world is turned upside down and will never be the same
again.
The next thing I knew, I had been ripped up from my home in South Africa
and banished to live in exile in England with my estranged aunt. And all
this so that I can attend the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. It's a very interesting way to celebrate your eleventh birthday!
Since then I've forgiven my parents and now agree with them. Attending
Hogwarts was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and dreams can
even come true out of what seem to be nightmares. So this is my story.
'So here I am, on my way to dreary boring 'Ole England! I'm so angry I could die! Who do my parent think they are anyway? They can't force me to go to school somewhere where I don't want to be!
'Well, Elizabeth, they just did, and u'd better get used to it! This is what I have to keep telling myself, but it doesn't make leaving home any easier. I just know I'm going to be miserable, I just know it!'
The young girl sat writing in her diary while the world seemed to slip past through the windows of the airplane. The music on the radio changed and Elizabeth found her pencil idly drifting across the page of her journal jotting down the words of the Incubus song.
I dig my toes into the sand,
The ocean looks like a blue blanket with a thousand diamonds strewn on it.
I lean into the wind and pretend I'm weightless
And in this moment I am happy.
The words of that song always meant a lot to her. The idea of being happy in a simple thing like pretending you can fly was something she never knew. Something she'd really like. To be happy.
I wish you were here
I wish you were here.
The man sitting in the seat next to Elizabeth was fascinated by the girl. He didn't know what it was that drew his attention but he found himself watching her closely. She had to be about ten maybe eleven, the same age as his son, he thought. She had long honey blond almost golden brown hair and stormy gray-green eyes. Quite a defined and sulky mouth, much like a girl he saw on a T.V program he saw once while staying in a muggle hotel on one of his numerous business trips.
While she was sitting there writing in her diary she looked anything but peaceful. Maybe that was it, the reason why he couldn't stop looking at her. She had such a, a maturity for someone her age. He wondered how a girl so young could look so angry at the world. What had happened to make her grow up so quickly?
He lent his head against the headrest thinking about his own children at home. He had for beautiful children that all favored him. Each had dark hair in various shades of black, were each small for their ages but would shoot up unexpectedly later on in life, and two of them had his eyes. In temperament they were all his wife's though he chuckled. Caring, compassionate, funny, and easily riled.
He loved his wife more than life itself and had finally achieved what he'd wanted since he could remember, have a family. He hated these trips. Being away for weeks at a time, running from meeting-to-meeting-to-meeting, missing seeing his children grow up. He was physically and mentally exhausted! That's why he was flying home. It would have been so much easier and faster to apparate, but in his state off mind it wasn't worth risking getting splinched.
He took a photograph of his family out of his wallet. How he missed them! He couldn't wait to get home. The house in Kent would be a welcomed sight right about now. The little cottage in the country had been Ginny's idea, she maintained that it would be the best place to raise four kids and he happily agreed. He could hardly wait to return to Gurthlow Cottage.
'So here I am, on my way to dreary boring 'Ole England! I'm so angry I could die! Who do my parent think they are anyway? They can't force me to go to school somewhere where I don't want to be!
'Well, Elizabeth, they just did, and u'd better get used to it! This is what I have to keep telling myself, but it doesn't make leaving home any easier. I just know I'm going to be miserable, I just know it!'
The young girl sat writing in her diary while the world seemed to slip past through the windows of the airplane. The music on the radio changed and Elizabeth found her pencil idly drifting across the page of her journal jotting down the words of the Incubus song.
I dig my toes into the sand,
The ocean looks like a blue blanket with a thousand diamonds strewn on it.
I lean into the wind and pretend I'm weightless
And in this moment I am happy.
The words of that song always meant a lot to her. The idea of being happy in a simple thing like pretending you can fly was something she never knew. Something she'd really like. To be happy.
I wish you were here
I wish you were here.
The man sitting in the seat next to Elizabeth was fascinated by the girl. He didn't know what it was that drew his attention but he found himself watching her closely. She had to be about ten maybe eleven, the same age as his son, he thought. She had long honey blond almost golden brown hair and stormy gray-green eyes. Quite a defined and sulky mouth, much like a girl he saw on a T.V program he saw once while staying in a muggle hotel on one of his numerous business trips.
While she was sitting there writing in her diary she looked anything but peaceful. Maybe that was it, the reason why he couldn't stop looking at her. She had such a, a maturity for someone her age. He wondered how a girl so young could look so angry at the world. What had happened to make her grow up so quickly?
He lent his head against the headrest thinking about his own children at home. He had for beautiful children that all favored him. Each had dark hair in various shades of black, were each small for their ages but would shoot up unexpectedly later on in life, and two of them had his eyes. In temperament they were all his wife's though he chuckled. Caring, compassionate, funny, and easily riled.
He loved his wife more than life itself and had finally achieved what he'd wanted since he could remember, have a family. He hated these trips. Being away for weeks at a time, running from meeting-to-meeting-to-meeting, missing seeing his children grow up. He was physically and mentally exhausted! That's why he was flying home. It would have been so much easier and faster to apparate, but in his state off mind it wasn't worth risking getting splinched.
He took a photograph of his family out of his wallet. How he missed them! He couldn't wait to get home. The house in Kent would be a welcomed sight right about now. The little cottage in the country had been Ginny's idea, she maintained that it would be the best place to raise four kids and he happily agreed. He could hardly wait to return to Gurthlow Cottage.