You'd look at me and say I was preppy; I have the looks, the
attitude, the body, the clothes. I'm gorgeous when I spend time at the
mirror in the morning, and even if I don't. But who is there to impress?
That's my problem. I commit myself to fashion, trends, popularity, and a social life to cover up what I feel. I need someone to complete me: a boyfriend, you could say.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed. I love my life, but it would be so much better if I had a guy. Sure, I always have boys ask me out, but I can't trust any of them. I might be a snog-and-ditch deal. I get that a lot, especially with my beautiful features.
Yeah, I've got a guy in mind, but it's not like he's worthy material. It's just like I totally fell head over heels for him. But I'd never let that show; I have to pretend to hate him. As if he'd ever like me.
I suppose you want to know about me, my family. My mum and dad's families didn't like each other much, so they dated in secret. My dad's actually American, but he was in England for his job. Mother got pregnant with my older sister before they got married. She was always stupid in that sense. She had the baby out of wedlock, then decided to do it right. She ran away and got married to her boyfriend and had me. My sister and I always fight; we're so different. I hate her, she hates me. It's all good. And my parents? Well, they like both of us, but, personally, I think they like me more (don't tell anyone!).
So back to my regular and current life, forgetting my history. Like I said before, I'm really popular and pretty. I'm not trying to be conceited; that's just the way I am. It's the truth. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm now starting my seventh year. My best friend is Narcissa DuBois. Yes, she's 100% French. I don't know why her parents didn't make her go to Beauxbatons Academy. You know, the French school. She's in Slytherin. Oh, I forgot to say that I'm in Gryffindor, though I'm positive the Sorting Hat made a mistake for the first time in its pathetic little life when it put me there. I'm truly a Slytherin at heart. But, oh well. See, Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't supposed to be friends, but we're so pretty and popular (Narcissa and I) that I guess it doesn't make a difference. But we're the only exception. Everyone in Slytherin loves me (except maybe a couple of guys and then some jealous girls) and all Gryffindors adore Narcissa.
Narcissa and I don't flaunt our looks; guys just come up to us. Hey, I'm not complaining. Teachers think I'm calm and composed and smart. Smart? Yes, definitely. Mature? Behaved? Only if it's opposite day. I party hard, flirt, and make out occasionally. The staff might has chosen me as Head Girl, but my classmates know me better. And it's not like I hate being Head Girl. That huge suite and common room has its uses... enough said there.
But the best part of being Head Girl is who I get to share my common room with: my idol Head Boy. The guy I'm so obsessed with but who'd never have me. I don't even know why I think that. I suppose there's a chance of him liking me. Actually, a really good chance, if you go by looks. Speaking of looks, he's hott and popular, too. Plus, a great body and an excellent Quidditch player. Seeker, to be exact. I adore his chocolate-hazel eyes, so dizzying. I melt into them whenever I stare into them, if I ever have time to do that. Rarely I do. I get the feeling that he avoids me, but I'm guilty of doing that to him, too. I'd never get good grades or be able to concentrate in school if I saw him or talked to him more than the "goodnight" or "good morning" or occasional "what did you get for number 23 on the Potions worksheet?". And mentally I'd go insane if I talked to him or saw him more than that. Because he'd be so close to me, and it would drive me nuts because I'd want to grab him and kiss him senseless.
But that, I would never do, no matter how flirtacious I am. It's not that our relationship is forbidden; I mean, he's in the same house and year and common room as me. But it's kind of forbidden in a weird way. You know when you find the perfect guy for you, you're supposed to hear beautiful singing, everything gets brighter, and you both realize you have to be together and you kiss? Yeah, maybe I feel like that, but if he does, it's not like he lets it show. Maybe it's because we weren't really meant for each other.
It's actually a good thing that he's never in the Head Dorm or common room. I'd be staring at his ass the whole time, not to mention drooling on my homework. He's always gone with his three best friends: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.
But I've made up my mind. This is my life, my year. Someday, somehow, I will get James Potter to like me, no matter what it takes.
Welcome to my story.
My name is Lily Evans, and I kick ass.
That's my problem. I commit myself to fashion, trends, popularity, and a social life to cover up what I feel. I need someone to complete me: a boyfriend, you could say.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed. I love my life, but it would be so much better if I had a guy. Sure, I always have boys ask me out, but I can't trust any of them. I might be a snog-and-ditch deal. I get that a lot, especially with my beautiful features.
Yeah, I've got a guy in mind, but it's not like he's worthy material. It's just like I totally fell head over heels for him. But I'd never let that show; I have to pretend to hate him. As if he'd ever like me.
I suppose you want to know about me, my family. My mum and dad's families didn't like each other much, so they dated in secret. My dad's actually American, but he was in England for his job. Mother got pregnant with my older sister before they got married. She was always stupid in that sense. She had the baby out of wedlock, then decided to do it right. She ran away and got married to her boyfriend and had me. My sister and I always fight; we're so different. I hate her, she hates me. It's all good. And my parents? Well, they like both of us, but, personally, I think they like me more (don't tell anyone!).
So back to my regular and current life, forgetting my history. Like I said before, I'm really popular and pretty. I'm not trying to be conceited; that's just the way I am. It's the truth. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm now starting my seventh year. My best friend is Narcissa DuBois. Yes, she's 100% French. I don't know why her parents didn't make her go to Beauxbatons Academy. You know, the French school. She's in Slytherin. Oh, I forgot to say that I'm in Gryffindor, though I'm positive the Sorting Hat made a mistake for the first time in its pathetic little life when it put me there. I'm truly a Slytherin at heart. But, oh well. See, Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't supposed to be friends, but we're so pretty and popular (Narcissa and I) that I guess it doesn't make a difference. But we're the only exception. Everyone in Slytherin loves me (except maybe a couple of guys and then some jealous girls) and all Gryffindors adore Narcissa.
Narcissa and I don't flaunt our looks; guys just come up to us. Hey, I'm not complaining. Teachers think I'm calm and composed and smart. Smart? Yes, definitely. Mature? Behaved? Only if it's opposite day. I party hard, flirt, and make out occasionally. The staff might has chosen me as Head Girl, but my classmates know me better. And it's not like I hate being Head Girl. That huge suite and common room has its uses... enough said there.
But the best part of being Head Girl is who I get to share my common room with: my idol Head Boy. The guy I'm so obsessed with but who'd never have me. I don't even know why I think that. I suppose there's a chance of him liking me. Actually, a really good chance, if you go by looks. Speaking of looks, he's hott and popular, too. Plus, a great body and an excellent Quidditch player. Seeker, to be exact. I adore his chocolate-hazel eyes, so dizzying. I melt into them whenever I stare into them, if I ever have time to do that. Rarely I do. I get the feeling that he avoids me, but I'm guilty of doing that to him, too. I'd never get good grades or be able to concentrate in school if I saw him or talked to him more than the "goodnight" or "good morning" or occasional "what did you get for number 23 on the Potions worksheet?". And mentally I'd go insane if I talked to him or saw him more than that. Because he'd be so close to me, and it would drive me nuts because I'd want to grab him and kiss him senseless.
But that, I would never do, no matter how flirtacious I am. It's not that our relationship is forbidden; I mean, he's in the same house and year and common room as me. But it's kind of forbidden in a weird way. You know when you find the perfect guy for you, you're supposed to hear beautiful singing, everything gets brighter, and you both realize you have to be together and you kiss? Yeah, maybe I feel like that, but if he does, it's not like he lets it show. Maybe it's because we weren't really meant for each other.
It's actually a good thing that he's never in the Head Dorm or common room. I'd be staring at his ass the whole time, not to mention drooling on my homework. He's always gone with his three best friends: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.
But I've made up my mind. This is my life, my year. Someday, somehow, I will get James Potter to like me, no matter what it takes.
Welcome to my story.
My name is Lily Evans, and I kick ass.