Everyday Forever Girl

Prologue

Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you never got out of bed? Welcome to my world....

The first few rays of sunlight brightened up the pitch black sky and fell onto the floor of her room. A single car rumbled down the street breaking the silence of the early morning. She lay there, in bed, not quite ready to get up and face the day, she knew what was out there and knew she would be way happier not to mention safer if she simply stayed put. Sadly enough things just don't work like that. She hauled herself out of bed and across her room, pausing only to remove a robe from the back of a chair before sauntering down the stairs. Her footsteps on the carpet breaking the stillness. The rest of the house was empty, 'what a surprise,' she thought as she rifled her fingers through her curly red hair. She walked over to the coffee pot and flicked on the switch, the inky substances within stirring and bubbling. She picked up the empty liquor bottles on the kitchen table and in the den while the coffee warmed. Dumping those in the trash she found her way back to the kitchen to pop a piece of toast into the toaster. She found a stash of bills left on the counter to pay for her taxi cab to the train station.

'First time in seven years they remembered' she thought to herself. She pocketed up the money and walked up the stairs to her room. Her trunk was on the floor packed and ready, it had been for months, and her uniform placed tenderly on top, waiting for her to put it on again and rejoin the ranks of the rest of the young wizarding population in London. She put her uniform into her trunk and took a pair of tight black jeans and a red T-shirt from her wardrobe and put it on, running a comb through her unruly hair before dusting some make up over her features. Deeming herself presentable she dragged her trunk down the stars, grabbing a cup of coffee and a piece of toast as she awaited the arrival of her taxi. The thump of the closing door echoed through the house with no one to hear it. She was free of this hell whole for another year. Free to go back to her friends, her real family and her home. Where she can re-write the past summer into one of cloudless days on the beach, late night movies and camp outs, not alcohol, abuse and fighting.

As the cab pulled up the girl placed her trunk in the back and slid into the seat. Her house shrunk in the distance as the taxi pulled away. She turned about to watch it go. 'A whole year till I have to return' she thought bitterly. She turned back in the seat as her 'home' faded into the horizon and said to the cabby "Kings Cross Station Please between platforms nine and ten please"

Hello my loveable and most certainly huggable readers. After taking the summer off and working with Round Up Band I have begun to write again. The world rejoices ok so I'm dreaming but you can't blame me now can you. Anyways myself, being as temperamental as I am have succeeded in deleting my past stories, 'Hold your breath and Butterfly Wings' so thoroughly that I can not find them to re-vamp and re-post them. Collective sob I may yet re write them but we shall see it depends on how much you love or hate this story. Tell me what you think so far, what I should improve on and such because I know all too well that as close to perfection as I am there are a couple of faults always present, but I blame those on my computer 'cause we all know I'm perfect.... Ok I tried I'm not, so tell me what sucks and I'll try to fix it.

Love

Prongsies