OH MY GOD! THE REVIEWS, SO MANY REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU ALL AND I THINK I WILL DO REVIEW REPLIES!
BEKI: yes the twist was nice, yes she is really screwed up. Oliver wood is just the man to help her, I just hope he forgives her for what she did to his nose.-_-
HERMIONE-WEAZLEY: thank you, I'm sure by vreative you meant creative right?
BEKI AGAIN!: I will update……I think
JUST SOME FREAK GO 'WAY aka THE CACOPHONIC DEMON: I am weird therefore my stories are weird, and yes there might be more. I will read your story!
GIANA: I LOVE YOU AND YOUR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! I want more!
KATYKAT1010: yes they do, they really do.
KATHRINE: Harry hasn't been in the story yet, I think you mean Oliver? I will try to make him sound more British tho yes I will try. But seeing as I am not from jolly ol' England it might be a little tough.
FAITH ASHMORE: thank you, would you be in anyway related to Shawn Ashmore? Perhaps you could set me up? Yes? YES? _
HERE WE GOOOO!
……………………………………………………………………………………………
I really hate this school. In the beginning the aspect of being a witch blew my mind. My parents were both Muggles; there fore it came to be kind of a shock. Oh I miss my parents. My mum had wild red hair; I expect that's where I got it from. She was never one to ask questions, when she did they usually were very obscure. She always just did things, never really caring about the consequences. Her bright green eyes always seemed to be trying to tell a story that they could never get out. My father, well he was something to talk about. I could never really understand why they got married, they were so unbelievably different, I guess he was an anchor for her, grounding her to the real world. Everything about my father was normal. He was strict, but he liked to have fun. And he ALWAYS dressed in a tie no matter what. Occasionally there would be jeans thrown into the ensemble but always with the tie. The only thing strange about him was his eyes. They were the strangest shade of garnet (red). Blood like almost, like my eyes.
The night that they died was the longest night for me. It was in the summer, I had just gotten out of my first year. I swear, I hate them for this, of all ways to die they had to go the lamest way possible. A Goddamned car accident. It was my mum's fault with her freaking I don't care attitude. They were drinking, that's what the cops said. I don't think dad was though, he couldn't have been. But I didn't cry. Even after I had to go to the hospital to identify them I didn't cry. But I didn't want to do anything. I wanted to sit in my bed, and stare at the ceiling. Nothing could get me out of my bed.
I had to come back to this school though.
I had to.
I didn't want to, not after what happened. The fact that I would have to deal with questions, and looks, and everything. I didn't want to, but I had to.
So I did the next best thing.
I withdrew, I locked myself in the bathroom, I hid behind my covers, and I lied, if I talked. I told everyone I was fine. They knew I wasn't, I knew I wasn't, but they left me alone. I lost all of my friends, my grades fell.
I lasted an entire year, but I really didn't want to do it again. I mean hell, I had nothing to look forward too.
Except now.
I had the doors to this school to look forward to.
And I was hungry.
I looked at my watch and thanked the gods that it was still dinner time.
Attempting suicide really does bring on an appetite.
I look over my shoulder and see that damned Wood trying to catch up to me while holding his nose at the same time.
I take two steps to the door, and magically lock it behind me.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
HA!
I liked it, and there was moooooore!
So review on
And be prosper
I think
mel