I know it's been ages since I updated but I had to go back to school last Thursday so I have a lot more to do! I'm taking Advanced Science this year! It's so horrible! I didn't even want to do it but I HAD to, cuz mum was getting angry at me for choosing all bludge subjects. (Ie. art, child studies, business studies... etc etc) Oh and we're doing graphic calculators in maths. I HATE graphic calculators. They are so confusing. I wish they would die. Seriously, if I get pissed off with one of them again, I am smashing it up against a brick wall then stomping on the remains. Then I'm coating it in Whiskas and feeding it to my cat. Then I will throw it out the window. The calculator, not the cat. This chapter will prolly be worse than the other ones because I have a stack of homework to think about while I write...
Sorry babes, it's been too long. Five months, I think? I've just had so much to do. I will be devoting more time to Ella, I feel bad for keeping you waiting = (
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Ella stepped up to the podium and accepted her Grammy award with surprising grace.
"Well, I'd just like to say how much of a surprise this is, and I'd like to thank my mother, my father... and my adoptive parents, they always supported me... and my cat, Sushi, and all my friends. And of course, my burritos. And I would also like to take this opportunity to inform the world that I'm not wearing any trousers."
Then the dream changed, into a more Gothic nature...
Ella was walking down a black corridor... shivering at the chill. A boy stood at the end... her reward for so long walking. She made it to him and smiled. His blonde hair swayed as he nodded slightly, pulling her close to him. She shivered as he slid his hands around her waist and kissed her. Before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled out a long, twisted knife out of her pocket and brought it down upon his head once, twice, three times. He crumpled in her arms and she stepped back, watching the lifeless form drop at her feet, his cold eyes singing their last song of torment.
Ella sat up with a gasp.
"I must have fallen asleep..." She said to herself. Then she looked at her hair in a portable mirror she kept in her pocket, a mirror of which enlarged to three times its normal size when needed. Her hair was perfect, as usual, and her subconscious mind had morphed it into medium length and red with a longish fringe. Unlike most (normal) girls, who needed to work on their makeup and hair of a morning, Ella was naturally beautiful, and only applied the teensiest amount of lip-gloss before she was set to go. The other girls in the dorm glared angrily at her for being so, well, perfect, but Ella mistook these for looks of admiration and smiled at them gracefully before sweeping out the door.
Harry was already down at the great hall, munching on an abnormally wide burrito. Ella smiled sheepishly and sat next to him, but he acted as if she wasn't there and said nothing. (Here's the big fight between Harry and Mary- Sue. The author wants to create a sense of being pissed-off, but fails miserably.)
"Harry, I-"She started, but was cut off.
"So, Ron, how are you going with that Potions assignment?" He said, turning his back.
"I wanted to say-"
"Snape's a right piece of work, huh?"
"I know you're listening-"
"I bet Hermione's finished it, though. She was always one..."
Furious, Ella span him around and held his chin so he couldn't turn his back again. "Look Harry, I know you don't want anything to do with me, but I want you to know that the only reason I was angry at you was because I accidentally had my wings out. They make me angry, very angry, and I have to take it out on someone, and you're usually the closest person. I care about you too, because if I didn't, I wouldn't be so cut up about us fighting. Please, it was out of my control."
Harry stood, and for a second Ella thought he was going to take her in his arms and tell her everything was all right...
"I'm gonna make like your personality and split." He said, leaving the half- eaten burrito on his plate. (I got that off Scooby Doo 2, so sue me. Actually don't.)
Ella sat through breakfast watching everyone else chattering away, eating burritos like there was no tomorrow. The world was spinning around her, twirling her around like she was a puppet on a string, threatening to make her vomit up her burrito. Pwerk.
Dumbledore stood up. "Students... I have a rather grim announcement to make. Draco Malfoy has been found murdered in the Potions corridor. I urge anyone with information to come forward; we may have a situation like that of in Harry Potter's second year, when Lord Voldemort was attacking the students. Always be with a friend, never alone. That is all."
The hall was once again alive with the sound of chatter, but it was not the light-hearted small talk everyone was used to. It was deep and dark, theories about who amongst them was a murderer.
"My dream..." Ella said, staring at the remnants of her burrito on her plate. Her RADIANCE had not completely vanished, but was fading quickly. She had a premonition of the murder... Harry hated her... what next? She stood up and ran screeching from the room. No one noticed. She could barely see through her tears... She was running out into the grounds. Her robes caught on a stray tree branch and ripped up the left seam. They tangled around her feet and she tripped, ripping her robes even further. Furiously, she ripped them off, revealing her flowy ankle-length very flowy white very flowy cotton skirt and chokingly tight black tank top.
On impulse, she dived into the lake. Her flowy skirt flowed against her feet. The water was freezing but she didn't notice. She stared at the bottom of the lake. There was something glittering down there... A golden bracelet. She reached out to it, to touch it... the second her finger touched the gold, her vision went black. She was on dry land, at the top of North Tower. There was someone looking out the window... she sprinted over to her and, before she could stop herself, pushed her. Brown hair flicked as the girl's head snapped back, following her body down. She hit the ground with a thud, and Ella jumped out of the window and floated gracefully down to the body. With a wave of her hand, the ground was free from blood, and the body of Hermione Granger levitated, floating over to the lake. When she had the corpse about ten feet above the lake, she pulled her hand down drastically and Hermione slapped the surface of the water, creating ripples spreading to the edges. She walked back up to the castle, grinning.
The Ella in the lake opened her eyes suddenly. Her red hair had changed to brown, Hermione's colour, and it swirled about her eyes. She stared deeply at the bracelet and noticed that it wasn't just resting on the lake bottom... It was attached to a wrist... that wrist was attached to a hand... a corpse popped up from below the silt, eyes wide and staring, mouth in a silent scream. Ella screamed underwater and tried to kick her way to the surface, but her foot connected with Hermione's body and caught on her robes. She couldn't bear to look back at the bloated body, so she just kept kicking for air. She gasped at the surface, and used all her strength to swim to the side of the lake. She pulled herself up on the pier and dragged Hermione up as well, still attached to her foot. She realised that, in her rush, she had forgotten to remove her shoes. She did so now, freeing her foot from the restrains of the disgusting corpse that now lay in front of her. She sprinted up to the castle, hitting her head on the gargoyle statue at the foot of the stairs to Dumbledore's office. She threw her arms up, and the gargoyle shattered. She ran up to the office and barged through the closed doors, breaking the handles. Dumbledore stared at her with a stricken look on his face.
"Ella?" He said. "How...?"
"I'm very powerful, Dumbledore." She said, thinking that he meant how did she get up here without the password.
"No." He said. "How are you still alive?"
"What?"
"You've been at the bottom of the lake for three days."
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Well, there's the next chapter. Hope you like it! I'll try to update in the next week or so. Review plz!
Sorry babes, it's been too long. Five months, I think? I've just had so much to do. I will be devoting more time to Ella, I feel bad for keeping you waiting = (
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Ella stepped up to the podium and accepted her Grammy award with surprising grace.
"Well, I'd just like to say how much of a surprise this is, and I'd like to thank my mother, my father... and my adoptive parents, they always supported me... and my cat, Sushi, and all my friends. And of course, my burritos. And I would also like to take this opportunity to inform the world that I'm not wearing any trousers."
Then the dream changed, into a more Gothic nature...
Ella was walking down a black corridor... shivering at the chill. A boy stood at the end... her reward for so long walking. She made it to him and smiled. His blonde hair swayed as he nodded slightly, pulling her close to him. She shivered as he slid his hands around her waist and kissed her. Before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled out a long, twisted knife out of her pocket and brought it down upon his head once, twice, three times. He crumpled in her arms and she stepped back, watching the lifeless form drop at her feet, his cold eyes singing their last song of torment.
Ella sat up with a gasp.
"I must have fallen asleep..." She said to herself. Then she looked at her hair in a portable mirror she kept in her pocket, a mirror of which enlarged to three times its normal size when needed. Her hair was perfect, as usual, and her subconscious mind had morphed it into medium length and red with a longish fringe. Unlike most (normal) girls, who needed to work on their makeup and hair of a morning, Ella was naturally beautiful, and only applied the teensiest amount of lip-gloss before she was set to go. The other girls in the dorm glared angrily at her for being so, well, perfect, but Ella mistook these for looks of admiration and smiled at them gracefully before sweeping out the door.
Harry was already down at the great hall, munching on an abnormally wide burrito. Ella smiled sheepishly and sat next to him, but he acted as if she wasn't there and said nothing. (Here's the big fight between Harry and Mary- Sue. The author wants to create a sense of being pissed-off, but fails miserably.)
"Harry, I-"She started, but was cut off.
"So, Ron, how are you going with that Potions assignment?" He said, turning his back.
"I wanted to say-"
"Snape's a right piece of work, huh?"
"I know you're listening-"
"I bet Hermione's finished it, though. She was always one..."
Furious, Ella span him around and held his chin so he couldn't turn his back again. "Look Harry, I know you don't want anything to do with me, but I want you to know that the only reason I was angry at you was because I accidentally had my wings out. They make me angry, very angry, and I have to take it out on someone, and you're usually the closest person. I care about you too, because if I didn't, I wouldn't be so cut up about us fighting. Please, it was out of my control."
Harry stood, and for a second Ella thought he was going to take her in his arms and tell her everything was all right...
"I'm gonna make like your personality and split." He said, leaving the half- eaten burrito on his plate. (I got that off Scooby Doo 2, so sue me. Actually don't.)
Ella sat through breakfast watching everyone else chattering away, eating burritos like there was no tomorrow. The world was spinning around her, twirling her around like she was a puppet on a string, threatening to make her vomit up her burrito. Pwerk.
Dumbledore stood up. "Students... I have a rather grim announcement to make. Draco Malfoy has been found murdered in the Potions corridor. I urge anyone with information to come forward; we may have a situation like that of in Harry Potter's second year, when Lord Voldemort was attacking the students. Always be with a friend, never alone. That is all."
The hall was once again alive with the sound of chatter, but it was not the light-hearted small talk everyone was used to. It was deep and dark, theories about who amongst them was a murderer.
"My dream..." Ella said, staring at the remnants of her burrito on her plate. Her RADIANCE had not completely vanished, but was fading quickly. She had a premonition of the murder... Harry hated her... what next? She stood up and ran screeching from the room. No one noticed. She could barely see through her tears... She was running out into the grounds. Her robes caught on a stray tree branch and ripped up the left seam. They tangled around her feet and she tripped, ripping her robes even further. Furiously, she ripped them off, revealing her flowy ankle-length very flowy white very flowy cotton skirt and chokingly tight black tank top.
On impulse, she dived into the lake. Her flowy skirt flowed against her feet. The water was freezing but she didn't notice. She stared at the bottom of the lake. There was something glittering down there... A golden bracelet. She reached out to it, to touch it... the second her finger touched the gold, her vision went black. She was on dry land, at the top of North Tower. There was someone looking out the window... she sprinted over to her and, before she could stop herself, pushed her. Brown hair flicked as the girl's head snapped back, following her body down. She hit the ground with a thud, and Ella jumped out of the window and floated gracefully down to the body. With a wave of her hand, the ground was free from blood, and the body of Hermione Granger levitated, floating over to the lake. When she had the corpse about ten feet above the lake, she pulled her hand down drastically and Hermione slapped the surface of the water, creating ripples spreading to the edges. She walked back up to the castle, grinning.
The Ella in the lake opened her eyes suddenly. Her red hair had changed to brown, Hermione's colour, and it swirled about her eyes. She stared deeply at the bracelet and noticed that it wasn't just resting on the lake bottom... It was attached to a wrist... that wrist was attached to a hand... a corpse popped up from below the silt, eyes wide and staring, mouth in a silent scream. Ella screamed underwater and tried to kick her way to the surface, but her foot connected with Hermione's body and caught on her robes. She couldn't bear to look back at the bloated body, so she just kept kicking for air. She gasped at the surface, and used all her strength to swim to the side of the lake. She pulled herself up on the pier and dragged Hermione up as well, still attached to her foot. She realised that, in her rush, she had forgotten to remove her shoes. She did so now, freeing her foot from the restrains of the disgusting corpse that now lay in front of her. She sprinted up to the castle, hitting her head on the gargoyle statue at the foot of the stairs to Dumbledore's office. She threw her arms up, and the gargoyle shattered. She ran up to the office and barged through the closed doors, breaking the handles. Dumbledore stared at her with a stricken look on his face.
"Ella?" He said. "How...?"
"I'm very powerful, Dumbledore." She said, thinking that he meant how did she get up here without the password.
"No." He said. "How are you still alive?"
"What?"
"You've been at the bottom of the lake for three days."
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Well, there's the next chapter. Hope you like it! I'll try to update in the next week or so. Review plz!
