All my life I've been a little odd. I always thought it was a normal sort of odd, like the boy who sat next to me in algebra who wore ankle length pants and the same orange socks everyday and no one had ever heard talk. But of course he had never fallen off the roof of the school and bounced all the way into town. He had never set fire to his paper during a test with out touching it. He hadn't been thrown out of 6 foster homes because owls often found their way into the house or because glasses had a tendency to break on their own accord when he entered the room.
All I've ever known about my past is that my parents are dead. My mother looked like me and has red hair and that my father had black hair. I saw that in the photograph I have of them. Around my neck I have a necklace that I've had all my life that I can remember. It's a beautiful green stone on a silver chain. I've never been able to get it off. I also know that somewhere I have a twin brother named Harry who could be anywhere. I only know he exists because someone mailed me his birth certificate.
I move around to often to have many friends. Sometimes I'll make friends but when they start to realize how odd I am often they ditch me. Just last summer my ex boyfriend Dan and I were in the park when I felt the air around my grow cold and I felt like I'd never be happy again. Dan felt it too but he didn't see the two cloaked men. I did. I pointed them out too him and he thought I was a nutter. I guess that must be why we broke up. He was a turd anyway. None of the people at my school are like me. My therapist said teens feel a need to rebel but she had no idea just how much I need to rebel. I've done the usual stuff. I cut my long hair and died it black. I hemmed my school uniform skirt until it was so short I couldn't lean over. I've snuck fags on the street corners with creeps. I spend more time in the principle's office than I do in class although half the time its for things I can't control.
Luke is my foster brother. He goes to a private boarding school somewhere. Smeltings. The name makes me laugh like crazy. On the other hand if it weren't for him I wouldn't have found Harry. At the party this summer, (I say summer like its past because my school has already started, even though its only August 15, puts a whole new meaning on unfair) which somehow I got dragged into, Luke introduced me to his friend Dudley Dursley. A great prat if you ask me. All the same he seem quiet keen on me, flirting and all. That was until he learned my surname was Potter. The rest of the party he ignored me. Angry I confronted him, asking if he had a problem with my surname. One of his mates said he had a cousin named potter "harry potter isn't it?" said his mate. My heart leapt. I found his address from Luke. And now I've found Harry who is shocked but undoubtably my brother. With my freshly died black hair we look a lot alike although he looks more like our dad while I look like our mum. He was much more surprised to find out about me than I was of him but that must be because I knew he existed. Now he has a surprise for me.
"I'm a what?"
"A witch"
that explains a lot
All I've ever known about my past is that my parents are dead. My mother looked like me and has red hair and that my father had black hair. I saw that in the photograph I have of them. Around my neck I have a necklace that I've had all my life that I can remember. It's a beautiful green stone on a silver chain. I've never been able to get it off. I also know that somewhere I have a twin brother named Harry who could be anywhere. I only know he exists because someone mailed me his birth certificate.
I move around to often to have many friends. Sometimes I'll make friends but when they start to realize how odd I am often they ditch me. Just last summer my ex boyfriend Dan and I were in the park when I felt the air around my grow cold and I felt like I'd never be happy again. Dan felt it too but he didn't see the two cloaked men. I did. I pointed them out too him and he thought I was a nutter. I guess that must be why we broke up. He was a turd anyway. None of the people at my school are like me. My therapist said teens feel a need to rebel but she had no idea just how much I need to rebel. I've done the usual stuff. I cut my long hair and died it black. I hemmed my school uniform skirt until it was so short I couldn't lean over. I've snuck fags on the street corners with creeps. I spend more time in the principle's office than I do in class although half the time its for things I can't control.
Luke is my foster brother. He goes to a private boarding school somewhere. Smeltings. The name makes me laugh like crazy. On the other hand if it weren't for him I wouldn't have found Harry. At the party this summer, (I say summer like its past because my school has already started, even though its only August 15, puts a whole new meaning on unfair) which somehow I got dragged into, Luke introduced me to his friend Dudley Dursley. A great prat if you ask me. All the same he seem quiet keen on me, flirting and all. That was until he learned my surname was Potter. The rest of the party he ignored me. Angry I confronted him, asking if he had a problem with my surname. One of his mates said he had a cousin named potter "harry potter isn't it?" said his mate. My heart leapt. I found his address from Luke. And now I've found Harry who is shocked but undoubtably my brother. With my freshly died black hair we look a lot alike although he looks more like our dad while I look like our mum. He was much more surprised to find out about me than I was of him but that must be because I knew he existed. Now he has a surprise for me.
"I'm a what?"
"A witch"
that explains a lot