Yeah, Right!- Chapter 1: Oh God!

AN: I wrote this and deleted all my other stories. I think this is more real. I had to come to a realization that life is not a fairy tale. I hope that all of you who actually liked my stories will like this on better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter because I am a poor ass white girl!!!!!

Beep, Beep!!!!! "Just a few more minutes!" I groaned, slamming my alarm clock and pushing the button but in the wrong direction. The beeping became a roaring in my ear. ARRR, ARRR!!! "AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I screamed as I clamped one hand on my ear and the other on the pillow next to my other ear. Oh yes, It was going to be a LONG day.

I stood up and stumbled, just barely catching myself on my night stand. I went to my closet and pulled out an old tee-shirt, and some good baggy jeans. Today I was going to England. I was to transfer to a school called 'Hogwarts'. I wasn't expecting much. I had been expelled from schools over and over again.

It was going to be a long, LONG plane ride to England, so I dressed comfortably. I wondered what I would do once I got expelled from there. Maybe I could be a bar maid. I could look good, when I cared to.

I know what you're thinking, 'At her age she should be more self conscious'. Well, you don't know me at all. Let's start with the basics, shall we?

Name: Daina Elaine Alaina Dean Age: 15 Home town: Brooklyn, NY Sex: Yes please! Just kidding- Female

I think that will suit for now. After all, I don't even know you. But I will tell you one of my favorite things to do- toy with sales people at stores. It is easily done. When they give you several options just say 'yes'. Then when they list them say no to each. Then they will most likely say the options again and you say yes. It's funny to see their reactions!

Well, anywhoo, I have packed my usual- a large collection of shirts, ranging in color, baggy pants, And shorts that look like men's.

I have dish water blonde hair and murky hazel eyes, now you see why I don't dress 'pretty'. I'm not, so why should I have to?

I am an ultimate tomboy and am always in men's uniform when they are required. I don't do skirts and wouldn't be caught dead in a dress. I know, I am a very boring person.

My parents are typical. They hold hope that I will marry a good guy that will have money, and they hope that I will become a 'lady'. Nope, not happenin!

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So, now on the plane, I have been sent with 220 American dollars. I have no clue what to do with it all, but my parents told me that my letter from the 'Hogwarts' place will tell me everything. They have found a host family for me, some rich sounding family called the 'Malfoys'. Yeah, how stupid is that name?

I'm sure the sight of me will give them all a heart attack.

As the plane lands, I see an old looking car that has been well taken care of. There is a chauffeur and a proper looking lady in expensive clothing. Oh, God!

I slowly trudge down the isles and I come to the stairs that lead outside. The guy offers me a hand to help me. I decline it from him "Hey, Watch the hands, bub!" I yelled. He looked horrified. "My apologies, miss" He said quickly as the chauffeur grabbed my bags.

Now It was time to meet this lady. She looked at me with horror.

"Hey, Are you Mrs. Malfoy?" I said in my usual tone. "I am, And you are Daina?" She said slightly mortified. "Yeah, pleasure tah meet ya!" I said with a grin as I shook her hand roughly. "Yes well, we will bring you to the Manor." She said with authority. I stifled a giggle. "What is so funny?" She asked, her tone and expression showing she was quickly becoming rather annoyed. "The 'Manor'?" I said, bursting into a fit of giggles. I saw she was not amused, to say the least. I straightened up and sat next to her. She seemed serene through the whole trip. She was tall, blonde, blue eyed, idol looking, even. I looked at myself, my baggy clothes and mussed up hair. I convinced them to stop for a bathroom break during the trip. I really went to my suitcase and pulled out some less baggy pants that were black, and I pulled out a red shirt with "Not" Written in black letters. They weren't baggy, but they weren't tight either. She seemed to like this better.

As we reached "The Manor" I realized that I was entering a whole new world. I would be expected to do certain things. Well, to bad! That ain't happenin!

AN: I hope you guys find this story better! If not oh well! Then your all a bunch of freakin HATERS!!!! If you want to reveiw do so. But if you don't like it then don't bother! And if I get a Mary Sue report for this one then Holy God! Daina is a very un-Mary Sue person!