My Friend
Out of everyone in the third grade classroom, he was labeled 'the outsider.' Not because he wanted to, not because the other kids wanted him to, but because his cousin Dudley wanted him to. He sat in the back corner of the room, anywhere else and he would find Dudley's fist in his face. He looked around, while the teacher asked everyone their name, favorite color, and what they liked most, and noticed a girl in the other corner reading a book. Everyone knew her, she was the smartest kid in his grade, she was always reading, and liked to be left alone most of the time. She had a couple of loose friends but they rarely did anything together. The teacher suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello there," she said, "would you please tell the class your name?"
"Umm, Harry," he said.
"Harry," she said, "What would be your favorite color?"
He thought a second. He never picked out a favorite color before. He liked the color of his eyes though. "I-I like the color of my eyes," he said. Dudley and his friends snickered at this, but the teacher seemed happy.
"And what do you like most of all?" asked the teacher.
Harry didn't know what to think about that question. There wasn't anything he really liked. He lived with his aunt and uncle, and their annoying child, his cousin Dudley. His life there was terrible. There was, however, one thing he would really like. "I would like to have a friend," he said flatly. Everyone in the room looked at him, even that girl that was always reading. Most of the kids were giving him sorrowful looks and Dudley and his friends were glaring at him. That girl was looking at him with a surprised expression on her face, and the teacher was speechless.
"Well," said the teacher, "I-I hope you find a friend." Then she quickly went on to the next kid. Harry sighed; this would be just like all the others. Lonely, sad, depressing, and well, the story of his life. 'Maybe I should start actually learning in school' he thought, 'I've got nothing else to do.' But then again, right now school was boring for him. He watched as the rest of the kids were questioned, and how they answered so cheerfully. Then it was that girl's turn.
"Hello," said the teacher.
"I'm Hermione, I don't have a favorite color, but the color of Harry's eyes is nice, and as for what I like most of all." she said without ever looking up from her book. But then she did, and she looked right at Harry. "Reading is nice, but a friend could be better." Harry was now blushing a bit as she went back to reading. Dudley gave her a glare, but she didn't notice.
'Maybe this will be a good year," thought Harry. "Just maybe," he said aloud.
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I just wrote this to help me think of how I am going to continue my first HP story. If you like this and want me to continue, just say so in your review thanks.
Out of everyone in the third grade classroom, he was labeled 'the outsider.' Not because he wanted to, not because the other kids wanted him to, but because his cousin Dudley wanted him to. He sat in the back corner of the room, anywhere else and he would find Dudley's fist in his face. He looked around, while the teacher asked everyone their name, favorite color, and what they liked most, and noticed a girl in the other corner reading a book. Everyone knew her, she was the smartest kid in his grade, she was always reading, and liked to be left alone most of the time. She had a couple of loose friends but they rarely did anything together. The teacher suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Hello there," she said, "would you please tell the class your name?"
"Umm, Harry," he said.
"Harry," she said, "What would be your favorite color?"
He thought a second. He never picked out a favorite color before. He liked the color of his eyes though. "I-I like the color of my eyes," he said. Dudley and his friends snickered at this, but the teacher seemed happy.
"And what do you like most of all?" asked the teacher.
Harry didn't know what to think about that question. There wasn't anything he really liked. He lived with his aunt and uncle, and their annoying child, his cousin Dudley. His life there was terrible. There was, however, one thing he would really like. "I would like to have a friend," he said flatly. Everyone in the room looked at him, even that girl that was always reading. Most of the kids were giving him sorrowful looks and Dudley and his friends were glaring at him. That girl was looking at him with a surprised expression on her face, and the teacher was speechless.
"Well," said the teacher, "I-I hope you find a friend." Then she quickly went on to the next kid. Harry sighed; this would be just like all the others. Lonely, sad, depressing, and well, the story of his life. 'Maybe I should start actually learning in school' he thought, 'I've got nothing else to do.' But then again, right now school was boring for him. He watched as the rest of the kids were questioned, and how they answered so cheerfully. Then it was that girl's turn.
"Hello," said the teacher.
"I'm Hermione, I don't have a favorite color, but the color of Harry's eyes is nice, and as for what I like most of all." she said without ever looking up from her book. But then she did, and she looked right at Harry. "Reading is nice, but a friend could be better." Harry was now blushing a bit as she went back to reading. Dudley gave her a glare, but she didn't notice.
'Maybe this will be a good year," thought Harry. "Just maybe," he said aloud.
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I just wrote this to help me think of how I am going to continue my first HP story. If you like this and want me to continue, just say so in your review thanks.