I'm not really supposed to be on the computer, but a new review always pushes me to write. Yes, Dragonwing, she will get Potato back eventually and no,and her dreams and her dad MIGHT be connected...hehehe..., but I'll say no more here.
Disclaimer: I own a couple of knick-knacks, a Calvin and Hobbes book, and everything I bought at the garage sale yesterday. But not Hogwarts.
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That night was like trying to sleep through a rock concert. Every little noise was magnified to as loud as ever, and my covers were so hot, I finally threw even my sheet off and slept uncovered. But that way, I felt like something was gonna be able to grab me and pull me under the bed. You know the feeling.
If I turned on my right, I saw Pat's feet. She sleeps with her entire body under her blankets, except her feet, which she sticks out at the side to ahng over the edge of the bed. I suppose this is so she'll be ready to get out of bed in the morning.
And of course, if I turned on my left, I saw Lela and Potato.
Potato was actually being slept with. Lela didn't strike me as the type who actually slept with stuffed animals. If she had one of her own, she probably puts it at the foot of the bed or under her pillow. But she hugged Potato especially tight. I supposed she was doing this to spite me.
He was tucked under her arm, with her blue-black curls falling all over him, looking like he couldn't breathe.
"Potato." I whispered as quietly as I could.
He was awake at once. He didn't even bother to resond. He just said "Get me OUTTA here!"
"Hey, I tried, but she has you jinxed. She's got an alarm type thing on you."
"What?"
"I know. I promise I'll get you out of there as soon as I can. I'm SO sorry."
"This isn't your fault."
"I know."
We were quiet a minute, just looking sadly at one another.
"What's she like?" I whispered.
"Oh, Zoe, she REEKS! This girl has the worst BO I've ever-"
"Oh? I thought she smelled a bit like watermellons."
"I know. That's her BO."
I stared, horrified. "EW! that's DISGUSTING!"
"I know."
"Yep, she's full of herself, this one."
"More like full of sh-poop!"
"Same thing, really." he joked. I giggled.
"Isn't there ANYTHING you can do?" He asked me desperatley.
"Not from how I see it. But I'll keep trying. I'll look up that curse and find the counter-jinx. I'll get you back somehow!"
"Thanks. Now, go to sleep, Zoe. You have Potions tomorrow."
I smiled one last time at him, and rolled over. I'd rather look at feet than Potato being crushed by Lela.
"Why did I name him Potato, anyway..." I wondered, as I drifted off to sleep.
*
Once again, I woke up in a cold sweat, and once again, I couldn't remember anything.
"This has never happened every night before." I thought angrilly. "What's up here." Dimly, I felt for Potato, and then I remembered. I didn't have Potato any more.
Stifiling a sob, I went to the foot of the bed and Picked up Tara. Her gauze wings were streched tightly over wires that would bend to gve her wings a different shape. Her antannae were two wires with one of those glittery pom-pom balls at each end. Her blue sequen eyes sparkled, and her pink thread mouth smiled. She looked blankly at me. I never talked to her. She was one i truly did have to pretend was talking to me.
"Protect me, Tara." I whispered into the dark, with my sweaty hair squeaking on the pillow. Tara said nothing.
I despaired, and rolled over again, my eyes screwed shut.
"Tara." whispered Potato from Lela's bed. "I know she dosn't talk to you much, but she needs you. If you don't help her, there will be consequences."
"Shut up, Potato." I thought. "Don't threaten other butterflies."
Tara glanced over at me.
"Hi." she said, a bit shyly.
"Hey." I whispered, silent tears falling down my cheeks.
"Erm...uh, don't cry. It's going to be okay."
Tara wasn't much of a comforter. And I still didn't know her well enough for her to say much else to me. I decided to try something else. I didn't do it often, but it was worth a shot.
"Um...I don't do this often." I whispered out loud into the darkness. "I'm not sure how to begin..."
I hoped no one was awake to hear this.
"Um, God..." i tried again. "I don't know if you're up there. I don't know for certain if you exist." I thought, with a tear stained face.
"But if you do, then Please, God..." I whispered even quieter. "If you're up there, then please, help me to get rid of these nightmars."
With the feeling of a job well done, I rolled sadly over. Then, as an afterthought, I whispered: "And if you can do something about Potato, I'd really appreciate that, too."
*
Potions the next day was a complete didaster. The teacher, Professor Snape, paired me to work with none other than Lela, who had informed all the Slytherins that I slept with Potato before the end of the period.
"I think you mean she USED to sleep with her buterfly." snapped Pat. "Unforunateley, you stole him, so now, I think it's YOU who's sleeping with a stuffy!"
I decided right then and there that I would forever be grateful to Pat Adams. And even though Paul was too shy to speak up, he was really supportive as well.
"I'm SURE you'll get it back, Zoe." he said to me at dinner that night. "People like her never win. One time, there was a girl like her in my old school, and she always told everyone I liked broccoli."
"but, ummm...DID you like broccoli?" asked Pat.
"Yes. Why?"
Pat and I stared at him.
"Never mind." she said sarcastically.
Meanwhile, my lessons were all going pretty well, exept Potions, of course, but that went without saying. There was always a class someone didn't like, in my last school, it had been math.
I was still having the nightmares AT LEAST evry other night, but more than often they were every night. I wanted so badly to figure out why I had them, where they were coming from, that it was driving me crazy.
I talked with potato from across the room each night, well after midnight of course, so that no one could hear us, and Tara and i were becoming especially close. She could talk on her own now.
But it was on a cloudy day near the end of September that i got myself wrapped in a proposition I couldn't refuse...
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Oooh, cliff hanger! Next chapter will be up soon! Like, tommorrow. Or maybe today, uif mom dosn't come home from work and see me on the flicker box. now, review.
Disclaimer: I own a couple of knick-knacks, a Calvin and Hobbes book, and everything I bought at the garage sale yesterday. But not Hogwarts.
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That night was like trying to sleep through a rock concert. Every little noise was magnified to as loud as ever, and my covers were so hot, I finally threw even my sheet off and slept uncovered. But that way, I felt like something was gonna be able to grab me and pull me under the bed. You know the feeling.
If I turned on my right, I saw Pat's feet. She sleeps with her entire body under her blankets, except her feet, which she sticks out at the side to ahng over the edge of the bed. I suppose this is so she'll be ready to get out of bed in the morning.
And of course, if I turned on my left, I saw Lela and Potato.
Potato was actually being slept with. Lela didn't strike me as the type who actually slept with stuffed animals. If she had one of her own, she probably puts it at the foot of the bed or under her pillow. But she hugged Potato especially tight. I supposed she was doing this to spite me.
He was tucked under her arm, with her blue-black curls falling all over him, looking like he couldn't breathe.
"Potato." I whispered as quietly as I could.
He was awake at once. He didn't even bother to resond. He just said "Get me OUTTA here!"
"Hey, I tried, but she has you jinxed. She's got an alarm type thing on you."
"What?"
"I know. I promise I'll get you out of there as soon as I can. I'm SO sorry."
"This isn't your fault."
"I know."
We were quiet a minute, just looking sadly at one another.
"What's she like?" I whispered.
"Oh, Zoe, she REEKS! This girl has the worst BO I've ever-"
"Oh? I thought she smelled a bit like watermellons."
"I know. That's her BO."
I stared, horrified. "EW! that's DISGUSTING!"
"I know."
"Yep, she's full of herself, this one."
"More like full of sh-poop!"
"Same thing, really." he joked. I giggled.
"Isn't there ANYTHING you can do?" He asked me desperatley.
"Not from how I see it. But I'll keep trying. I'll look up that curse and find the counter-jinx. I'll get you back somehow!"
"Thanks. Now, go to sleep, Zoe. You have Potions tomorrow."
I smiled one last time at him, and rolled over. I'd rather look at feet than Potato being crushed by Lela.
"Why did I name him Potato, anyway..." I wondered, as I drifted off to sleep.
*
Once again, I woke up in a cold sweat, and once again, I couldn't remember anything.
"This has never happened every night before." I thought angrilly. "What's up here." Dimly, I felt for Potato, and then I remembered. I didn't have Potato any more.
Stifiling a sob, I went to the foot of the bed and Picked up Tara. Her gauze wings were streched tightly over wires that would bend to gve her wings a different shape. Her antannae were two wires with one of those glittery pom-pom balls at each end. Her blue sequen eyes sparkled, and her pink thread mouth smiled. She looked blankly at me. I never talked to her. She was one i truly did have to pretend was talking to me.
"Protect me, Tara." I whispered into the dark, with my sweaty hair squeaking on the pillow. Tara said nothing.
I despaired, and rolled over again, my eyes screwed shut.
"Tara." whispered Potato from Lela's bed. "I know she dosn't talk to you much, but she needs you. If you don't help her, there will be consequences."
"Shut up, Potato." I thought. "Don't threaten other butterflies."
Tara glanced over at me.
"Hi." she said, a bit shyly.
"Hey." I whispered, silent tears falling down my cheeks.
"Erm...uh, don't cry. It's going to be okay."
Tara wasn't much of a comforter. And I still didn't know her well enough for her to say much else to me. I decided to try something else. I didn't do it often, but it was worth a shot.
"Um...I don't do this often." I whispered out loud into the darkness. "I'm not sure how to begin..."
I hoped no one was awake to hear this.
"Um, God..." i tried again. "I don't know if you're up there. I don't know for certain if you exist." I thought, with a tear stained face.
"But if you do, then Please, God..." I whispered even quieter. "If you're up there, then please, help me to get rid of these nightmars."
With the feeling of a job well done, I rolled sadly over. Then, as an afterthought, I whispered: "And if you can do something about Potato, I'd really appreciate that, too."
*
Potions the next day was a complete didaster. The teacher, Professor Snape, paired me to work with none other than Lela, who had informed all the Slytherins that I slept with Potato before the end of the period.
"I think you mean she USED to sleep with her buterfly." snapped Pat. "Unforunateley, you stole him, so now, I think it's YOU who's sleeping with a stuffy!"
I decided right then and there that I would forever be grateful to Pat Adams. And even though Paul was too shy to speak up, he was really supportive as well.
"I'm SURE you'll get it back, Zoe." he said to me at dinner that night. "People like her never win. One time, there was a girl like her in my old school, and she always told everyone I liked broccoli."
"but, ummm...DID you like broccoli?" asked Pat.
"Yes. Why?"
Pat and I stared at him.
"Never mind." she said sarcastically.
Meanwhile, my lessons were all going pretty well, exept Potions, of course, but that went without saying. There was always a class someone didn't like, in my last school, it had been math.
I was still having the nightmares AT LEAST evry other night, but more than often they were every night. I wanted so badly to figure out why I had them, where they were coming from, that it was driving me crazy.
I talked with potato from across the room each night, well after midnight of course, so that no one could hear us, and Tara and i were becoming especially close. She could talk on her own now.
But it was on a cloudy day near the end of September that i got myself wrapped in a proposition I couldn't refuse...
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Oooh, cliff hanger! Next chapter will be up soon! Like, tommorrow. Or maybe today, uif mom dosn't come home from work and see me on the flicker box. now, review.