I don't know when the last time I considered myself 'normal' was. Maybe never. Come to think of it, I don't really know anyone else I'd consider normal either…
But I digress.
The place where I now reside is outside the timestream I was born in. Thus I don't know whether I'm actually writing this before it happened, or afterwards. I don't know if I am dead, alive, or something else entirely. A memory, perhaps. However, I was not always here. I remember being elsewhere, but I have no idea how or when I arrived here. As I said before, time has no meaning here.
Perhaps it would make more sense if I just got on with my story…
I think, to make things simpler, I'll tell it as I remember it; as if it were a memory.
I'll shut up now…
…
I thought you wanted me to be quiet? Oh, all right, I'll get on with it already.
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I was a normal 15-year old, with most of the problems you face, have faced, or will face. I had a 12-year old sister, and lived with my mother. I was a sophomore in high school. I had good friends – close friends – and some friends that weren't so close. I had two cats and a father 500 miles away. The cats were with me.
I'm still not a morning person [though this means less now]. This is important. You'll see why in a moment.
I had a relatively nice, quiet life. I had my demons, as I'm sure you all do. No, I'm not telling, and neither would you if you were me, so bugger off.
I was an avid reader – still would be, if I could find some decent books. Or something.
I had never had a love interest, and didn't plan on having one anytime soon. Take that along with everything that goes with it
Possibly a physical description is in order…
I was, at that time, about 5'7". I had short blonde hair – more of a dirty blonde. Brown eyes hid behind glasses atop a nose that was maybe a bit large-ish. I had uneven teeth, but I liked them – my canines stuck out. My eyes looked perpetually bored – possibly because I was – and tired, or at least lazy: the eyelids never opened up properly.
I wasn't fat, but I wasn't anorexic either; I had a solid build – I didn't work out, but I was active.
[Is that enough for now? Good, back to the story.]
–Flashback [or something]
I was elated. I knew I had passed my exams. At least I thought I knew. I did well, anyway. I hoped.
I was home 6 hours early because of the exam schedule. Guess what that meant? Right! 6 hours of goofing off and lying about it! Yeah!
But first, I was exhausted. I headed up to my room for a nap, after I threw the cat out from under my sheets.
As I snuggled into the flannel sheets, I thought I saw … something. I put it down to nerves and not having my glasses on. Blurry vision takes getting used to every time.
That would be the last I saw of my cats.
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Someone was shaking me, trying to get me up.
"Five more minutes …" I drawled as I sleepily drew the silken sheets around me.
"Come on, wake up! We're going to be late to breakfast!" said a voice, followed by the sound
"Ah, come on. Five more minutes …"
Wake up," said a different voice.
Something about this one made me sit up.
"All right, all right," I said, groping for my glasses.
They weren't there.
I checked again, and then someone – one of the voices – tucked them in my hand.
"Looking for these?"
I thanked the voice, put on my glasses – and took them off to clean them. Felt like trying to see through a brick wall.
I glanced around after putting them on, and did a double take. Then I noticed the people in weird robes next to my huge four-poster bed.
Wait a minute…
"Where am I?" I demanded. "And who the hell are you?"
I know this is a huge cliffy, but it is a nice cliffy. There is so much that can be done with this cliffy, and I want input. Notice I haven't specified the main character's gender – who, if you haven't guessed, is me. Would the story be better if he was a guy, or if she was a girl? Should I write this fic as Harry Potter like I have it, or do you think it would be better as something else? I do not own Harry Potter, or else I would be filthy rich. Please read and review.
By the way, this is my first writing ever outside school, so please don't flame.
