Ok well this is the seconed chapter I guess. Um as you found out from the last chapter I don't own Harry Potter or any of the charecters. But I do love them. Ok on with the story but first heres a preview of the last chapter

"talking"
'thinking'

Dear Miss Kenedy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Though you have been accepted years late you will be placed in the 7th year. On the 8th of August you will have placement tests to make sure this is a good decision. A tutor will be sent over to bring you up to date with your schoolwork. School starts September 1st.
Cordially yours,
Minerva McGonagle
PS. Enclosed is a list of school supplies you will need that your tutor will help you get.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?!?"

"Honey," her mom called from downstaris. "Don't cuss."

Chapter 2

"Mom! What is this," a very confused Karly asked. "I walked into my room and this was on my table." She handed the note to a woman about 36 years old with brown hair and warm brown eyes.

After quickly scanning the note Melody Kenedy exclaimed, "Oh honey I'm so proud! You've finally been accepted to Hogwarts!"

"Wait you know about this shit...I mean stuff?"

"Oh yeah I meant to tell you that uhh.....I'm a witch."
"Was dad a.....?"

Karly watched as her mother's face darkened. Her father was never talked about, especially around her mother. Peter White left the family when Karly was 6 years old. The last thing he said to them was that 'he didn't need some freaky brat and her bitch of a mother.'

"No, he was a muggle."

"Muggle?"

"Non-magic folk. When I told him he went berserk. Than was the day he left us," Mrs. Kenedy started off spiteful and ended in tears.

"Oh mom, I'm sorry. Please stop crying. You know that it was his fault not yours."

"I know," she said quickly regaining her composure. "Well honey I know you will have a good time at Hogwarts. I remember my years at Hogwarts...." She couldn't say any more because she was cut-off by her daughter.

"Wait, I have no choice?!?"

"No, because if you make the wrong choice you will regret it later."

"Yeah, but its my choice to make! What about Slade and all of my friends? You are not going to make me to some fucking, in fucking London! I refuse, you can't make me!"

"Oh yes I can and I will! And what did I tell you about your
language?!"

"Damn, shit, fuck, hell, bastard, bitch!"

"I'm not going to talk to you while you're like this. But you are
going, and that's the end of this conversation. Go and cool off."

"FINE!"

She stormed out of the house and down the street, grumbling the whole time. While thinking about how sucky her life is she felt herself collide with something or someone. Closing her eyes she waited for the impact to come. But when none came she got confused.

'What the hell?' her thoughts were interrupted by someone's deep laugh.

"Isn't this sorta how we first met," asked Slade. "You can open your eyes now. Unless you would much rather play damsel in distress."

After opening her eyes she quickly replied, "Shut the fuck up Slade."

Slade was one of those guys everyone knows but only a few like. He was 17 years old with blonde hair that he spiked unless he wore a helmet, and these blue eyes that you could practically swim in. He liked to skateboard, snowboard, surf, and basically any sport you would call extreme. He also played the guitar and was good enough to become famous but never tried to. Slade and Karly had known each other since they were in diapers. They tried to go out in the 9th grade and it was working out but they both found out that they didn't like each other like that. Which was OK with them.

He pulled her into a standing position giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"What's got your panties in a bunch there babe," he asked while putting his arm over her shoulder and kicking up his skateboard.

"Oh you know the world and everything in it except you."

"Yeah I know. But seriously what's wrong," he noticed her start to fidget. "You know you can tell me everything. Right?"

"Yeah I know. But you won't believe me."

"Try me."

"I'm a witch."

does that count as a cliffy?
Sorry it's so short.
I have all these ideas for later chapters and have nothing to fill it
in
O wait, that's right no one is reading this.
My bad.
O well that means there's no reason to even write this
Kinda makes you think
Now please tell me to stop writing by pressing that lil purple button
I know you can do it
NO FLAMES PLEASE
Signed
dreamingbutstillbored
(Lauren)