Somewhere I Belong
Chapter One
"Ha Ha! Look at that loser! She reads Harry Potter! Jessyka reads baby books!"
Just ignore them she said to herself as she broke out into a run, ice blue eyes brimming with tears.
When she got home to her tiny brown rundown house, she walked up to the front door. She went to turn the knob and the door was open.
"Hello?" she called out, kicking off her ratty old tennis shoes.
"Oh, hello dear, how was school?" asked her mother, dressed in her old, tattered housecoat. Jessyka noticed a fresh bruise on her mother's forehead. Apparently, she had 'hit' her head on the stove again.
"Mom, what is that on your forehead?" asked Jessyka, anger building up inside of her like a bomb waiting to go off, "Where's dad?" she demanded.
"Jessy, relax, it's nothing. He went out with a couple of his friends," she said innocently like nothing happened.
"Why do you let him do that to you?" Jessyka questioned, pointing towards the bruise. Her mother had marks on her like this before, but this one was brand new telling by the bright yellowish and purple coloring surrounding the blemish.
"I-I...I don't know. What am I to do, fight back? I am defenseless against him! Anyway, you should mind your own business. This is between me and your father!"
For the second time today, Jessyka's eyes filled with tears. She ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door. After throwing herself onto her bed, Jessyka reached for her diary in her secret place (under her bed).
September 1st
Dear Diary,
Today was the most horrifying day of my life! It was the first day of school. I hate high school! Everyone is so mean. I hate my parents for making me move away from all my friends especially because it's in a new school. I have no friends, and today everyone thought I was a geek because I read Harry Potter. It's the only thing that saves me now. I know that when I get home my friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be waiting for me to read about their adventures. That's when I know I can have a restful sleep. When I read the books, I feel like I am in them. It's kinda weird how I prefer that world to the real one.
She closed her diary. She knew she couldn't change the past. She knew she couldn't go back in time and know that she was going to move. It will never change. She would have to spend three more years at the same high school and then she would never have to look back. She pulled her book out of her bag. Tracing the print with her finger, repeating to herself. 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.' She had got the book from her older brother Sam; He had got it for her when she turned fourteen. He was the lucky one, he had got out right when he turned eighteen. He lives in Vancouver now.
She opened the book. It was somewhere in the middle now. This was Jessyka's third time reading the book, waiting until the fifth came out.
"If only Hogwarts was real," she said out loud.
Before she knew it, Jessyka's dad was home and probably drunk as usual.
"Girl are you in bed?" he yelled from the bottom of the stairwell.
"Yes dad!" she yelled back.
She could hear her parents yelling at each other probably for the dumbest reason. She pulled the cover of her bed up over head and grabbed her flashlight and her book. She turned the page; it was at the part where Harry and Cedric were in the cemetery after they touched the cup.
Voldemort spoke" Kill the spare..."
Jessyca gasped," They then killed Cedric Diggory!"
A single, clear tear rolled off the bottom of her cheek on the book. She read the rest of the chapter, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her pyjama top, she closed her book. Then she turned off her flashlight and went to sleep.
Chapter One
"Ha Ha! Look at that loser! She reads Harry Potter! Jessyka reads baby books!"
Just ignore them she said to herself as she broke out into a run, ice blue eyes brimming with tears.
When she got home to her tiny brown rundown house, she walked up to the front door. She went to turn the knob and the door was open.
"Hello?" she called out, kicking off her ratty old tennis shoes.
"Oh, hello dear, how was school?" asked her mother, dressed in her old, tattered housecoat. Jessyka noticed a fresh bruise on her mother's forehead. Apparently, she had 'hit' her head on the stove again.
"Mom, what is that on your forehead?" asked Jessyka, anger building up inside of her like a bomb waiting to go off, "Where's dad?" she demanded.
"Jessy, relax, it's nothing. He went out with a couple of his friends," she said innocently like nothing happened.
"Why do you let him do that to you?" Jessyka questioned, pointing towards the bruise. Her mother had marks on her like this before, but this one was brand new telling by the bright yellowish and purple coloring surrounding the blemish.
"I-I...I don't know. What am I to do, fight back? I am defenseless against him! Anyway, you should mind your own business. This is between me and your father!"
For the second time today, Jessyka's eyes filled with tears. She ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door. After throwing herself onto her bed, Jessyka reached for her diary in her secret place (under her bed).
September 1st
Dear Diary,
Today was the most horrifying day of my life! It was the first day of school. I hate high school! Everyone is so mean. I hate my parents for making me move away from all my friends especially because it's in a new school. I have no friends, and today everyone thought I was a geek because I read Harry Potter. It's the only thing that saves me now. I know that when I get home my friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be waiting for me to read about their adventures. That's when I know I can have a restful sleep. When I read the books, I feel like I am in them. It's kinda weird how I prefer that world to the real one.
She closed her diary. She knew she couldn't change the past. She knew she couldn't go back in time and know that she was going to move. It will never change. She would have to spend three more years at the same high school and then she would never have to look back. She pulled her book out of her bag. Tracing the print with her finger, repeating to herself. 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.' She had got the book from her older brother Sam; He had got it for her when she turned fourteen. He was the lucky one, he had got out right when he turned eighteen. He lives in Vancouver now.
She opened the book. It was somewhere in the middle now. This was Jessyka's third time reading the book, waiting until the fifth came out.
"If only Hogwarts was real," she said out loud.
Before she knew it, Jessyka's dad was home and probably drunk as usual.
"Girl are you in bed?" he yelled from the bottom of the stairwell.
"Yes dad!" she yelled back.
She could hear her parents yelling at each other probably for the dumbest reason. She pulled the cover of her bed up over head and grabbed her flashlight and her book. She turned the page; it was at the part where Harry and Cedric were in the cemetery after they touched the cup.
Voldemort spoke" Kill the spare..."
Jessyca gasped," They then killed Cedric Diggory!"
A single, clear tear rolled off the bottom of her cheek on the book. She read the rest of the chapter, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her pyjama top, she closed her book. Then she turned off her flashlight and went to sleep.