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Krista.
Will everyone please read my one shot story called "Perfect"? I only have one review for it, and I really want to know what people think of it. I personally think it's good, but I want a second opinion. Or third. Or fourth. Or tenth...
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I didn't say much to George the next few days. He'd pass the occasional note in class, saying 'Soon', or 'I kept my promise, now you keep yours'. I was still so mad at him. I knew I had to tell them. Now wasn't the time though. Especially since I'd gotten a second letter.
Luckily for me, this one didn't arrive at breakfast. It arrived just after dinner Tuesday night. One of the house elves must have delivered it during the day, because when I went to go change from my school shoes to my slippers while everyone else was finishing up some homework, it was waiting on my pillow.
I knew from the moment I saw it, it wasn't going to be good news, just like the last one. I plopped down on my bed and stared at the cream colored envelope, written in my mothers back-to-normal loopy cursive, almost daring to open it. I knew I had to.
I slid my finger under the glued seal and pulled out the folded piece of stationary, and began to read.
Alicia Marie, I just wanted to let you know that the divorce papers came today. I don't want you to feel like this is a one-sided agreement. Both your father and I think this is best for each other, and for you as well. He's found a nice two-bedroom apartment in downtown London. This is our final decision. We miss you. Mum
I read that one line over and over again.
'This is our final decision.'
There was no way. It couldn't be final. It couldn't be. There was no possible way I'd accept the fact that my parents, my PERFECT parents, were splitting up. No way in hell.
It wasn't fair. I hadn't done anything wrong. I sat up against my headboard of the tall oak bed and buried my face in my pillow. I tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn't.
I just sat there, for what seemed like hours, crying into that overstuffed, scarlet pillow. I wanted more than anything just to cry to someone. But the only person I could do that with was George, and we weren't exactly on speaking terms. I should have told them right then and there, but me being me, refused to let anyone into my personal life. Even my best friends.
I knew that I had been up there for twenty minutes, and it didn't take twenty minutes to change your shoes. I stuffed the letter in my tear- stained pillowcase, and walked over to the adjoining bathroom. I looked into the mirror.
I looked awful. My hair was a mess. My eyes were red. My cheeks were blotchy. Is this how people saw me? I quickly splashed some water on my face and combed me hair. It would have to do. I wasn't in ant mood to pretty my self up.
I walked out of the bathroom and out the door into the common room. I sat down in an armchair and pulled out a novel from my school bag.
"Alicia, are you alright?" Fred asked me, setting down his Transfiguration book to take a good look at me. "You look like you just woke up from a bad dream."
I wished it were all a dream, even if it meant being a bad dream.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I guess I'm just feeling a little sick. That's all. No need to worry." I gave him an assuring smile, although I was putting up quite the acting job.
I wasn't fine. How could you be fine when you've just read the worst news of your life?
"Are you sure Lich?" Lee asked. "You're really pale. Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she can find a potion or something."
"Yeah Alicia," Angelina agreed. "You really should. You look like you've just seen a ghost, and I'm not talking about a Nearly Headless Nick ghost."
I gave everyone a smile similar to the one Fred had just received.
"You know, I think I might go and get some fresh air," I nodded. I closed my book and set it down on the chair. "I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"
They gave me an understanding, yet worried nod. I began to walk across the room, out to the grounds. This was not my day.
"I'll go with you," George said, just as I was reaching the door of the common room. He stood up out of his seat.
"That's alright," I shook my head. "You don't have to." I was really saying 'No you won't!' He knew it.
"Don't worry about it Lich," he replied as he walked over to where I was standing. "I don't mind." He was really saying 'Yes I will!' I knew it.
I couldn't tell him that I didn't want him to come. At least, not in front of everyone else. They would know right away that something was wrong.
We both gave a wave to our friends before walking out of Gryffindor Tower through the portrait hole.
"What was up with that?" he asked after we had been walking through the corridors for a few paces.
"What was up with what?" I asked, annoyed. I knew just what he was talking about. As we walked, I kept focused on the fact that I needed to tell him about the other letter, but wouldn't.
"Come on Lich," he rolled his eyes. "I'm being serious here." He stopped walking, expecting me to do the same. I kept walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulder. Again, damn those Beater reflexes. He spun me around so I was facing him.
"Ow!" I yelped, although it didn't really hurt. I rubbed my shoulder, hoping to make him feel bad. "That hurt!"
"Cry me a damn river Lich," he replied. He was really mad. His ears were turning red, almost matching his hair. He had a very stern look on his face. "What's gotten into you this year? Its like one bad thing happens and you're letting it take over your life. Where's the strong Alicia I know? Because the Alicia Spinnet I've known for seven years of my life would never let one thing hold her down from everything else, especially her friends!"
That had made me so mad. How dare he yell at me in the deserted corridors?
"Don't give me that George!" I fired back. "You don't know what it's like. Everything was perfect until now. PERFECT!"
"Everything was perfect. WAS! W-A-S! And you're right, now it's not!" he yelled. "The world isn't perfect Alicia. Get over it. I'm not going to belong to your pitty party anymore. I guarantee you if you had told them, things would be different. You wouldn't have the need to run off. But instead, you're keeping something from them, and lying to them on top of that. How does that feel, lying to your best friends? You feel guilty. I know you do. You have to tell them! It's not fair!"
I stared him in the eyes, grinding my teeth so hard, I thought there might only be my gums left when I was done.
"Maybe I won't tell them!" I replied.
"I can't believe you!" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "I swear Alicia, you better tell them soon, or I will." And with that, he turned and left, storming off back to the common room.
I just stood there for a few minutes, angry. Angry at George. Angry at myself. Angry at the world. Mostly because I knew he was right. I was letting one misfortune ruin me, making me be someone I wasn't. God, how much I hated him at that moment for being so right.
After I stood there, wallowing in my own self-pitty, I went back to the common room. I was so angry, I just walked right in and marched right towards the stairs to the girls' dorm.
"Hey Lich, what's wrong with George?" Katie asked as I was on my way up. "He stormed in, muttering something about someone being a stupid, selfish brat, and went up to his room."
I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. "Who cares," I replied, just as I was entering the room.
Before I slammed the door, I heard someone mutter, "I wish those two would just give it a rest."
Once I was in the room, I changed from my school clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and an old soccer jersey from over the summer. I took the letter out of my pillowcase and decided to put it with the other one. I walked over to the end of my bed and opened my trunk. I moved things around, looking for the letter.
I checked under my Quidditch gloves. Not there. I moved all of my books from the corner. Nothing. I searched every inch of that trunk, and the letter wasn't there. I could swear I had put it in there. I began to panic when I found it wasn't in my dresser. I looked in my bed, under my bed, in the bathroom; nothing. The only thing I found was dust, shoes, and toothpaste.
How could it be gone? I knew I had it. I couldn't believe it. There was no way I'd lost the letter. No possible way. After looking around for another half an hour, I knew Angelina and Katie would be coming I soon to go to sleep. After all, we had an early morning Care of Magical Creatures class tomorrow. I gave up for the night.
"It's probably in the trunk," I said to myself out loud. "You probably just overlooked it. That's all. Worry about it in the morning."
I climbed into my bed, pulling the scarlet curtains around the huge bed. I heard the door open and shut, Angelina and Katie tip toeing in. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, just as Katie peeked her head into the curtains. After she had closed them, she sighed.
"I'm worried about Alicia, Angie," she said.
"Me too," Angelina replied. "She's been acting so strange lately."
"Maybe she's sick."
"I don't know, Alicia's never sick. In the last seven years, I don't think I've seen her throw up once."
"You're right, but what else could it be?"
"I don't know. Fred and Lee are worried too. George, well he doesn't count. Sometimes they're best friends, and two minutes later they hate each other. We'll ask her tomorrow." One of the two shut the light off.
"Goodnight Angelina."
"Night Katie."
"Goodnight Alicia," both girls whispered, falling into a fit of giggles.
George was right. I had to tell them. I didn't want to, but I had to. They were worried. I'd tell them tomorrow after class. George was right about another thing; I was a stupid, selfish brat. But one that wasn't going to lie to her friends anymore.
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Well! There it is. I don't think I really like it. I'm not sure if it turned out the way I wanted it to. Although I did like how George got the point across to her. She needed a good session of screaming! Anywho... let me know what you thought! And PLEASE don't forget to read and review "Perfect". I'd really like to know what yall think of it.
+Jagged Epiphany- Yay! You're writing! You're writing! That story was some of the inspiration for I Hate You, I Love You. +
+Yoshi-fan2003- I can't see him as a cow! Thanks for reviewing. +
+Moonlight- Thanks! Thank you times 6 billion! Thanks you for reading! +
Will everyone please read my one shot story called "Perfect"? I only have one review for it, and I really want to know what people think of it. I personally think it's good, but I want a second opinion. Or third. Or fourth. Or tenth...
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I didn't say much to George the next few days. He'd pass the occasional note in class, saying 'Soon', or 'I kept my promise, now you keep yours'. I was still so mad at him. I knew I had to tell them. Now wasn't the time though. Especially since I'd gotten a second letter.
Luckily for me, this one didn't arrive at breakfast. It arrived just after dinner Tuesday night. One of the house elves must have delivered it during the day, because when I went to go change from my school shoes to my slippers while everyone else was finishing up some homework, it was waiting on my pillow.
I knew from the moment I saw it, it wasn't going to be good news, just like the last one. I plopped down on my bed and stared at the cream colored envelope, written in my mothers back-to-normal loopy cursive, almost daring to open it. I knew I had to.
I slid my finger under the glued seal and pulled out the folded piece of stationary, and began to read.
Alicia Marie, I just wanted to let you know that the divorce papers came today. I don't want you to feel like this is a one-sided agreement. Both your father and I think this is best for each other, and for you as well. He's found a nice two-bedroom apartment in downtown London. This is our final decision. We miss you. Mum
I read that one line over and over again.
'This is our final decision.'
There was no way. It couldn't be final. It couldn't be. There was no possible way I'd accept the fact that my parents, my PERFECT parents, were splitting up. No way in hell.
It wasn't fair. I hadn't done anything wrong. I sat up against my headboard of the tall oak bed and buried my face in my pillow. I tried to hold back my tears, but I couldn't.
I just sat there, for what seemed like hours, crying into that overstuffed, scarlet pillow. I wanted more than anything just to cry to someone. But the only person I could do that with was George, and we weren't exactly on speaking terms. I should have told them right then and there, but me being me, refused to let anyone into my personal life. Even my best friends.
I knew that I had been up there for twenty minutes, and it didn't take twenty minutes to change your shoes. I stuffed the letter in my tear- stained pillowcase, and walked over to the adjoining bathroom. I looked into the mirror.
I looked awful. My hair was a mess. My eyes were red. My cheeks were blotchy. Is this how people saw me? I quickly splashed some water on my face and combed me hair. It would have to do. I wasn't in ant mood to pretty my self up.
I walked out of the bathroom and out the door into the common room. I sat down in an armchair and pulled out a novel from my school bag.
"Alicia, are you alright?" Fred asked me, setting down his Transfiguration book to take a good look at me. "You look like you just woke up from a bad dream."
I wished it were all a dream, even if it meant being a bad dream.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I guess I'm just feeling a little sick. That's all. No need to worry." I gave him an assuring smile, although I was putting up quite the acting job.
I wasn't fine. How could you be fine when you've just read the worst news of your life?
"Are you sure Lich?" Lee asked. "You're really pale. Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey. I'm sure she can find a potion or something."
"Yeah Alicia," Angelina agreed. "You really should. You look like you've just seen a ghost, and I'm not talking about a Nearly Headless Nick ghost."
I gave everyone a smile similar to the one Fred had just received.
"You know, I think I might go and get some fresh air," I nodded. I closed my book and set it down on the chair. "I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"
They gave me an understanding, yet worried nod. I began to walk across the room, out to the grounds. This was not my day.
"I'll go with you," George said, just as I was reaching the door of the common room. He stood up out of his seat.
"That's alright," I shook my head. "You don't have to." I was really saying 'No you won't!' He knew it.
"Don't worry about it Lich," he replied as he walked over to where I was standing. "I don't mind." He was really saying 'Yes I will!' I knew it.
I couldn't tell him that I didn't want him to come. At least, not in front of everyone else. They would know right away that something was wrong.
We both gave a wave to our friends before walking out of Gryffindor Tower through the portrait hole.
"What was up with that?" he asked after we had been walking through the corridors for a few paces.
"What was up with what?" I asked, annoyed. I knew just what he was talking about. As we walked, I kept focused on the fact that I needed to tell him about the other letter, but wouldn't.
"Come on Lich," he rolled his eyes. "I'm being serious here." He stopped walking, expecting me to do the same. I kept walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulder. Again, damn those Beater reflexes. He spun me around so I was facing him.
"Ow!" I yelped, although it didn't really hurt. I rubbed my shoulder, hoping to make him feel bad. "That hurt!"
"Cry me a damn river Lich," he replied. He was really mad. His ears were turning red, almost matching his hair. He had a very stern look on his face. "What's gotten into you this year? Its like one bad thing happens and you're letting it take over your life. Where's the strong Alicia I know? Because the Alicia Spinnet I've known for seven years of my life would never let one thing hold her down from everything else, especially her friends!"
That had made me so mad. How dare he yell at me in the deserted corridors?
"Don't give me that George!" I fired back. "You don't know what it's like. Everything was perfect until now. PERFECT!"
"Everything was perfect. WAS! W-A-S! And you're right, now it's not!" he yelled. "The world isn't perfect Alicia. Get over it. I'm not going to belong to your pitty party anymore. I guarantee you if you had told them, things would be different. You wouldn't have the need to run off. But instead, you're keeping something from them, and lying to them on top of that. How does that feel, lying to your best friends? You feel guilty. I know you do. You have to tell them! It's not fair!"
I stared him in the eyes, grinding my teeth so hard, I thought there might only be my gums left when I was done.
"Maybe I won't tell them!" I replied.
"I can't believe you!" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "I swear Alicia, you better tell them soon, or I will." And with that, he turned and left, storming off back to the common room.
I just stood there for a few minutes, angry. Angry at George. Angry at myself. Angry at the world. Mostly because I knew he was right. I was letting one misfortune ruin me, making me be someone I wasn't. God, how much I hated him at that moment for being so right.
After I stood there, wallowing in my own self-pitty, I went back to the common room. I was so angry, I just walked right in and marched right towards the stairs to the girls' dorm.
"Hey Lich, what's wrong with George?" Katie asked as I was on my way up. "He stormed in, muttering something about someone being a stupid, selfish brat, and went up to his room."
I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. "Who cares," I replied, just as I was entering the room.
Before I slammed the door, I heard someone mutter, "I wish those two would just give it a rest."
Once I was in the room, I changed from my school clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and an old soccer jersey from over the summer. I took the letter out of my pillowcase and decided to put it with the other one. I walked over to the end of my bed and opened my trunk. I moved things around, looking for the letter.
I checked under my Quidditch gloves. Not there. I moved all of my books from the corner. Nothing. I searched every inch of that trunk, and the letter wasn't there. I could swear I had put it in there. I began to panic when I found it wasn't in my dresser. I looked in my bed, under my bed, in the bathroom; nothing. The only thing I found was dust, shoes, and toothpaste.
How could it be gone? I knew I had it. I couldn't believe it. There was no way I'd lost the letter. No possible way. After looking around for another half an hour, I knew Angelina and Katie would be coming I soon to go to sleep. After all, we had an early morning Care of Magical Creatures class tomorrow. I gave up for the night.
"It's probably in the trunk," I said to myself out loud. "You probably just overlooked it. That's all. Worry about it in the morning."
I climbed into my bed, pulling the scarlet curtains around the huge bed. I heard the door open and shut, Angelina and Katie tip toeing in. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, just as Katie peeked her head into the curtains. After she had closed them, she sighed.
"I'm worried about Alicia, Angie," she said.
"Me too," Angelina replied. "She's been acting so strange lately."
"Maybe she's sick."
"I don't know, Alicia's never sick. In the last seven years, I don't think I've seen her throw up once."
"You're right, but what else could it be?"
"I don't know. Fred and Lee are worried too. George, well he doesn't count. Sometimes they're best friends, and two minutes later they hate each other. We'll ask her tomorrow." One of the two shut the light off.
"Goodnight Angelina."
"Night Katie."
"Goodnight Alicia," both girls whispered, falling into a fit of giggles.
George was right. I had to tell them. I didn't want to, but I had to. They were worried. I'd tell them tomorrow after class. George was right about another thing; I was a stupid, selfish brat. But one that wasn't going to lie to her friends anymore.
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Well! There it is. I don't think I really like it. I'm not sure if it turned out the way I wanted it to. Although I did like how George got the point across to her. She needed a good session of screaming! Anywho... let me know what you thought! And PLEASE don't forget to read and review "Perfect". I'd really like to know what yall think of it.
+Jagged Epiphany- Yay! You're writing! You're writing! That story was some of the inspiration for I Hate You, I Love You. +
+Yoshi-fan2003- I can't see him as a cow! Thanks for reviewing. +
+Moonlight- Thanks! Thank you times 6 billion! Thanks you for reading! +