Quick break from the story number 2. Just he other day I was going through
my old diary and stuff, wondering what I wrote in there, so I could destroy
it if it was incriminating. And guess what I fell upon.
My first shot at Calgary Goes to Hogwarts.
Funnily enough I had thought up this idea in grade eight. And fortunately enough I had written it down on paper, so now I can share it with you.
So here it is, the first draft of Calgary Goes to Hogwarts.
Be it reminded that this is not the whole story, in fact It is only the prologue and the first chapter. It eventually trailed off to an unfinished word, but it brings back hilarious memories that had other wise been forgotten.
You will notice that Christa is not mentioned in my new version of Calgary Goes to Hogwarts, so lets just say Christa went out of fashion. No more like she left us for her own friends. Up until that time we were inseparable Christa, Kate and I, so it was sad to see her go. It only happened when she left our class, and switched over to the hated 8A. Kate and I still bet that she only switched because Matt was in the other class. Whahahah.
What else, oh yah Ian is no longer in the story, he was replaced by Blaine, which is actually extremely hilarious. Sure I still fed Ian on the bus, and talked to him, but we were no longer good friends, and story worthy.
Matt is still there, bah. Kate is there, which is good. Kim was going to be in the first story, and so was Alex, but unfortunately I did not really get past the first chapter. So we had no time to enter the nefarious brebeuf. Ahahahah. Oh well. Anywho, I think we should move onto the story.
Oh one more thing, wait two more things, my computer is screwed up so I can not use the little thingies that make the conversation, you know the ermm. . . for a writer it is really sad to forget what they are called. Oh well, so I am changing those to little slashes like this: / alrighty? Lets go, oh and the other thing was I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue:
The sun was slowly rising on the beautiful city of Calgary. The sunlight hit the rows of houses one by one. It/s slow crawl gradually moved it/s way to a large brown house, with a gleaming white garage door. As the sun hit the second floor window a scream pierced the neighborhood.
//Mom! It/s 7:45! I have to get to school!//
and the day began. . .
Jessica Tamarell, age thirteen jumped out of bed to the sound of her mother/s blowdryer, and the sunlight on her face. She was in grade eight and was currently attending Madeleine D/Houet School. It wasn/t a normal day today, usually Jessica would already be at school, but seeing that she is not calls for the fact that this is a very un-normal day.
It/s not that school starts at 7:45, school actually starts at 8:40, but Jessica likes to get a good start on the day, and to finish the homework she did not do the night before.
Jessica was a regular girl, she has below the shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, generally normal. She has a passion for Jawbreakers, Jolt, /Fire/ Snapple Juice, Trench Coats, Shiny Things, Music, and Anime. So maybe these things aren/t so regular, but who/s writing the story? That/s right I am.
So this Jessica girl is generally normal, and is looking forward to this generally normal day, but seeing how she is not at school at this time, shows us that this is not a normal day.
//Jessica here are the keys, start the car!// Dawn Tamarell, Jessica/s mother yeslls, as she tosses the keys.
Now you might be wondering why Jessica is starting the car in her pyjamas right? Well as I was talking about Jessica/s very un-normal day, she has already got dressed put her hair in a ponytail (without the brush might I add) and pulled on her socks.
Jessica caught the keys, pulled on her shoes and ran out side. . .
And slipped on the ice.
It is December at this time as you already know
. . . oh you didn't know? Well now you do.
Jessica calmly gets up, trying very hard not to curse, opens the passenger side door, gets in, and starts the car. Two seconds late Dawn Tamarell runs out, all blonde curly hair, and noise high heels. Now don't be stereo- typical about blondes, Jessica/s Mother is different, not only is she nice and beautiful, she is smart.
Of course Dawn Tamarell doesn/t slip on the ice, even though she is running on it on high hells, only un-normal things seem to be happening to Jessica, on this somewhat un-normal day.
Dawn Tamarell races through the traffic, on a fast (but legal) speed. They arrive at the school at 8:25.
//goodbye Jessie//
//goodbye mom//
//have a nice day//
//yes mom, you to//
And she drives away.
So now you might be wondering why I am talking to you in the third person. . .
Well to tell you the truth I have no idea, of course you knew that it is I, Jessica Tamarell, writing this story
. . . oh, you didn/t know. . .
Sorry for not informing you.
From here on you will be reading some extraordinary things. Things that you will believe to be untrue. Well you're right, they are untrue. The story was untrue from the fourth sentence. The sun cannot hit my window, it his my parents window on the other side of the hall way. They don/t call this a fanfic for nothing, but seriously folks, just enjoy the story. I gotta go to bed now, its 1:45 in at night.
Good night!
//end prologue//
Chapter 1
Ok from here on i/m going to talk normally, and every day I write, i/m going to add a chosen word from the dictionary, so we can all learn new words!
Word: incriminate – nated – nating: to charge with or prove involvement in a crime or fault.
//Yo Jessica!// Christa called from her locker.
//To Sta!// Jessica called back.
/Sta/ was Christa/s nickname, I don/t know how it started but it/s always been that way.
//argh! You/re late and I need to copy last nights homework!// Christa screamed at Jessica.
//We had homework?!// Jessica screeched.
//Oh great now both of us are screwed!//
//Did you as Kate?//
//No! She/s not here, stupid!//
//Meh, who cares, is boglarka here?//
//I dunno, lets go look,// and all thoughts of homework were forgotten.
Sta has been one of Jessica/s best friends since the beginning of gr.7 but since they are only in gr.8, it hasn/t really been that long.
Sta is Japanese-Philippine, she is of regular height and just above the shoulder length black hair, she used to wear glasses, but is now using contacts. You couldn/t call Jessica of Christa beautiful, pretty perhaps, but not beautiful.
Christa was kind of weird, and has a strange fake laugh, we like to call it the //constipated laugh// and you can only imagine how this sounds. . . .
Jessica/s other best friend is Kate, but Jessica likes to cal her /Tate/, /Temery/, or /You Idiot/. Kate is shorter than regular height, but taller than short. I don/t know what you would call that, but that/s how tall she is. Kate has short blonde hair that just brushes her eyebrows. She wears contacts but sometimes she wears glasses. Kate is the perfct person to get angry, she is really fun to bug. She is very competitive and likes to be better than others. Of course I would never let her even think that she is better than me, I dunno I guess that/s the way I am.
And for me, well I am kind of weird. I have red highlights, that/s pretty odd, I am very tall. Some people say I have big lips (other say big teeth! Sorry not part of the original story, btw Kyle said the teeth thing), My mom and sis say I have model/s lips, but they/re just being nice. All I know is i/m glad I have them because they cover my stupid braces.
That/s right, I have braces. Not only that I have glasses as well! Cruel God. Luckily I get my braces off right before gr.9 (which is very important in this story)
I/m a very annoying person, so says Ian, because I make fun of everything. Truthfully I don/t think so, but I guess you have to listen to Ian. . .
Kinda. . .
I guess you probably want to hear about Ian now. Well Ian is a very interesting person. He is a little shorter than Christa. He has brownish eyes, and brownish hair. Last year Ian/s nickname was /snookum ookum, snuggely, wuggely, Ian beautiful Bear, and Hair/ or /Yam/ or even /prick/ but the prick thing I made up. Actually I made up the bear thing to. Yam just kinda sounds like Ian. Ian is a very odd little person, he has the signature walk, it/s kind of like a strut. Very different.
//Did you guys do that homework?// Ian asked Jess and Sta.
//Ian, think about WHO you/re asking, and then think about WHAT you/re asking// Jess told Ian.
//Oh, yah. Right i/ll go ask Matt then// Uan said after contemplating for three minutes.
//We/ll come with you// Christa said.
Jessica and Christa followed Ian down the hall. Surprisingly enough, there sat Matt sitting by his locker. . doing his homework.
//Matt did you finish your homework?// Ian asked.
//Think about WHO you/re asking, and then think about WHAT you/re
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And that/s all she wrote! Well I wrote. Anyways that/s how it went. I didn/t change a thing, and I found that all in my diary. Pretty freaky yah? I thought so to. It was actually quite good, in a weird juvenile sort of way.
Fortunately I now have contacts, and my braces are no longer on. Weirdly enough I have not changed. I still do not do my homework, and then I go asking people to copy theirs, I still love Jolt and stuff, those who/ve read my fics would know that. Lol. I haven/t changed much, except for the fact that I no longer like /fire/ Snapple Juice. I grew out of that one. And Add a huge obsession for computer games, and you have a modernized me. Freaky.
Bye now! I/ll write another chapter soon!
-JEss
My first shot at Calgary Goes to Hogwarts.
Funnily enough I had thought up this idea in grade eight. And fortunately enough I had written it down on paper, so now I can share it with you.
So here it is, the first draft of Calgary Goes to Hogwarts.
Be it reminded that this is not the whole story, in fact It is only the prologue and the first chapter. It eventually trailed off to an unfinished word, but it brings back hilarious memories that had other wise been forgotten.
You will notice that Christa is not mentioned in my new version of Calgary Goes to Hogwarts, so lets just say Christa went out of fashion. No more like she left us for her own friends. Up until that time we were inseparable Christa, Kate and I, so it was sad to see her go. It only happened when she left our class, and switched over to the hated 8A. Kate and I still bet that she only switched because Matt was in the other class. Whahahah.
What else, oh yah Ian is no longer in the story, he was replaced by Blaine, which is actually extremely hilarious. Sure I still fed Ian on the bus, and talked to him, but we were no longer good friends, and story worthy.
Matt is still there, bah. Kate is there, which is good. Kim was going to be in the first story, and so was Alex, but unfortunately I did not really get past the first chapter. So we had no time to enter the nefarious brebeuf. Ahahahah. Oh well. Anywho, I think we should move onto the story.
Oh one more thing, wait two more things, my computer is screwed up so I can not use the little thingies that make the conversation, you know the ermm. . . for a writer it is really sad to forget what they are called. Oh well, so I am changing those to little slashes like this: / alrighty? Lets go, oh and the other thing was I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue:
The sun was slowly rising on the beautiful city of Calgary. The sunlight hit the rows of houses one by one. It/s slow crawl gradually moved it/s way to a large brown house, with a gleaming white garage door. As the sun hit the second floor window a scream pierced the neighborhood.
//Mom! It/s 7:45! I have to get to school!//
and the day began. . .
Jessica Tamarell, age thirteen jumped out of bed to the sound of her mother/s blowdryer, and the sunlight on her face. She was in grade eight and was currently attending Madeleine D/Houet School. It wasn/t a normal day today, usually Jessica would already be at school, but seeing that she is not calls for the fact that this is a very un-normal day.
It/s not that school starts at 7:45, school actually starts at 8:40, but Jessica likes to get a good start on the day, and to finish the homework she did not do the night before.
Jessica was a regular girl, she has below the shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, generally normal. She has a passion for Jawbreakers, Jolt, /Fire/ Snapple Juice, Trench Coats, Shiny Things, Music, and Anime. So maybe these things aren/t so regular, but who/s writing the story? That/s right I am.
So this Jessica girl is generally normal, and is looking forward to this generally normal day, but seeing how she is not at school at this time, shows us that this is not a normal day.
//Jessica here are the keys, start the car!// Dawn Tamarell, Jessica/s mother yeslls, as she tosses the keys.
Now you might be wondering why Jessica is starting the car in her pyjamas right? Well as I was talking about Jessica/s very un-normal day, she has already got dressed put her hair in a ponytail (without the brush might I add) and pulled on her socks.
Jessica caught the keys, pulled on her shoes and ran out side. . .
And slipped on the ice.
It is December at this time as you already know
. . . oh you didn't know? Well now you do.
Jessica calmly gets up, trying very hard not to curse, opens the passenger side door, gets in, and starts the car. Two seconds late Dawn Tamarell runs out, all blonde curly hair, and noise high heels. Now don't be stereo- typical about blondes, Jessica/s Mother is different, not only is she nice and beautiful, she is smart.
Of course Dawn Tamarell doesn/t slip on the ice, even though she is running on it on high hells, only un-normal things seem to be happening to Jessica, on this somewhat un-normal day.
Dawn Tamarell races through the traffic, on a fast (but legal) speed. They arrive at the school at 8:25.
//goodbye Jessie//
//goodbye mom//
//have a nice day//
//yes mom, you to//
And she drives away.
So now you might be wondering why I am talking to you in the third person. . .
Well to tell you the truth I have no idea, of course you knew that it is I, Jessica Tamarell, writing this story
. . . oh, you didn/t know. . .
Sorry for not informing you.
From here on you will be reading some extraordinary things. Things that you will believe to be untrue. Well you're right, they are untrue. The story was untrue from the fourth sentence. The sun cannot hit my window, it his my parents window on the other side of the hall way. They don/t call this a fanfic for nothing, but seriously folks, just enjoy the story. I gotta go to bed now, its 1:45 in at night.
Good night!
//end prologue//
Chapter 1
Ok from here on i/m going to talk normally, and every day I write, i/m going to add a chosen word from the dictionary, so we can all learn new words!
Word: incriminate – nated – nating: to charge with or prove involvement in a crime or fault.
//Yo Jessica!// Christa called from her locker.
//To Sta!// Jessica called back.
/Sta/ was Christa/s nickname, I don/t know how it started but it/s always been that way.
//argh! You/re late and I need to copy last nights homework!// Christa screamed at Jessica.
//We had homework?!// Jessica screeched.
//Oh great now both of us are screwed!//
//Did you as Kate?//
//No! She/s not here, stupid!//
//Meh, who cares, is boglarka here?//
//I dunno, lets go look,// and all thoughts of homework were forgotten.
Sta has been one of Jessica/s best friends since the beginning of gr.7 but since they are only in gr.8, it hasn/t really been that long.
Sta is Japanese-Philippine, she is of regular height and just above the shoulder length black hair, she used to wear glasses, but is now using contacts. You couldn/t call Jessica of Christa beautiful, pretty perhaps, but not beautiful.
Christa was kind of weird, and has a strange fake laugh, we like to call it the //constipated laugh// and you can only imagine how this sounds. . . .
Jessica/s other best friend is Kate, but Jessica likes to cal her /Tate/, /Temery/, or /You Idiot/. Kate is shorter than regular height, but taller than short. I don/t know what you would call that, but that/s how tall she is. Kate has short blonde hair that just brushes her eyebrows. She wears contacts but sometimes she wears glasses. Kate is the perfct person to get angry, she is really fun to bug. She is very competitive and likes to be better than others. Of course I would never let her even think that she is better than me, I dunno I guess that/s the way I am.
And for me, well I am kind of weird. I have red highlights, that/s pretty odd, I am very tall. Some people say I have big lips (other say big teeth! Sorry not part of the original story, btw Kyle said the teeth thing), My mom and sis say I have model/s lips, but they/re just being nice. All I know is i/m glad I have them because they cover my stupid braces.
That/s right, I have braces. Not only that I have glasses as well! Cruel God. Luckily I get my braces off right before gr.9 (which is very important in this story)
I/m a very annoying person, so says Ian, because I make fun of everything. Truthfully I don/t think so, but I guess you have to listen to Ian. . .
Kinda. . .
I guess you probably want to hear about Ian now. Well Ian is a very interesting person. He is a little shorter than Christa. He has brownish eyes, and brownish hair. Last year Ian/s nickname was /snookum ookum, snuggely, wuggely, Ian beautiful Bear, and Hair/ or /Yam/ or even /prick/ but the prick thing I made up. Actually I made up the bear thing to. Yam just kinda sounds like Ian. Ian is a very odd little person, he has the signature walk, it/s kind of like a strut. Very different.
//Did you guys do that homework?// Ian asked Jess and Sta.
//Ian, think about WHO you/re asking, and then think about WHAT you/re asking// Jess told Ian.
//Oh, yah. Right i/ll go ask Matt then// Uan said after contemplating for three minutes.
//We/ll come with you// Christa said.
Jessica and Christa followed Ian down the hall. Surprisingly enough, there sat Matt sitting by his locker. . doing his homework.
//Matt did you finish your homework?// Ian asked.
//Think about WHO you/re asking, and then think about WHAT you/re
=========-============
And that/s all she wrote! Well I wrote. Anyways that/s how it went. I didn/t change a thing, and I found that all in my diary. Pretty freaky yah? I thought so to. It was actually quite good, in a weird juvenile sort of way.
Fortunately I now have contacts, and my braces are no longer on. Weirdly enough I have not changed. I still do not do my homework, and then I go asking people to copy theirs, I still love Jolt and stuff, those who/ve read my fics would know that. Lol. I haven/t changed much, except for the fact that I no longer like /fire/ Snapple Juice. I grew out of that one. And Add a huge obsession for computer games, and you have a modernized me. Freaky.
Bye now! I/ll write another chapter soon!
-JEss