So Sorry that this has taken so long. This is not the entire chapter. I know that it is not all that great. I have been doing a lot of brainstorming on this one because it is the chapter where you are really introduced to everybody and Lily's real life and things that she has to face all the time. I want o say thank you to my reviewers. I hope that you guys keep on reading. As a side note, the rational voice at the end of each chapter is kind of likeJames thinking only he is thinking is third person. So yeah. Any who! Oh and by the way, the reason that I kept this story was because it just flowed a lot more naturally for me to write and all my friends at home like reading this one. Here it is and please review.
All By Myself
Chapter 2 Tell Me About It
I walk back up the stairs breathing heavily and wiping the slimy gook off my legs. All I succeed in doing is getting the mud on my hands and a little on my face (don't ask how I got it on my face). Why is life so harsh? I walk to my loft's door with the peeling blue paint (What is it with this building and the color blue?), and slip the key into the lock. Once I am done the door will not budge. Crap! It must be stuck. I start to bang on push on the door with all my might, but it is no use. Suddenly, the door is jerked forcefully open as I am leaning all of my weight against it. I fall through and land at the feet of my middle-aged, perverted male neighbor. Oh Shit. I have no idea what his name is, so I just stare stupidly at him for a minute.
"If there anything I can help you with my dear?" he says to my chest. Gross!
"Um. . .(what is his name!)NO! I mean, no sir. I just went to the wrong door. Sorry for disturbing you."
"That's all right sweetheart." Don't call me sweetheart you sick bastard. Eww.
With his last comment I turn around as fast as I can, but try to walk sideways at the same time. Lord knows what this man will do if he sees my elephantine butt. Who knows, it seems as if he is desperate.
As I walk into my door(the right door) I unlock it and walk slowly into the house. Once I get inside Rufus jumps all around me and basically pees with excitement as I push him down off of my leg. I walk into the kitchen and check the messages, but as usual there is nobody calling me. I have no life and no friends who want to talk to me. As I listen to the horrible sound of the answering machine saying,"You have no messages,"
After hearing that horrible sound I walk into my bathroom. While walking in I glance quickly into the mirror and then look back again. Horrendous, that's the word to describe the misfortune that is looking back at me. Due to the fact that I just finished my run my pale skin has now taken on the resemblance of a tomato with beady eyes and mounds of sweat dripping down its sides. I tear my eyes away from my reflection and begin to strip down for my morning shower. My eyes catches the mirror again and my jaw drops in horror. Since when have I become so obese! I always knew that I was not very thin, but the weight that I have gained in the past year is ridiculous!
I feel like crying just about now and feel my eyes beginning to water sadness and anger. I look away and dash into the shower doing everything that I can do to not look at the monster that some would call my body. The tears that I have been painfully holding back begin to spill over my checks and mix with the fresh water coming out of the shower head as I wash and condition my hair. The salty water is still coming from my eyes in streams as I stop my shower and walk out, while wrapping to towel around me and beginning to blow dry my hair. I think back to my neighbor and how he must be one of the stupidest people on the planet for looking at me. Maybe he has brain damage. I don't know. I hate my life.
In an attempt to divert my attention I glance at my watch. I have 45 minutes until it is time to leave my house to catch the school train. The train leaves at 11:00 sharp and although it is tempting, I don't think that it would be a good I idea to miss it.
I trip over that bathroom rug as I try to glide over to the sink, almost falling into the counter. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth for a minute until I realize that I am still wrapped in my towel( that explains why it is so cold). Instead of doing something to help stop the cold breeze that seems to be going through me, I start to wash my face and I apply my magical cream that I got in Diagon Alley to stop acne. Then, I change into my clothes that I will be only wearing for half of the day due to the fact that I will be changing on the train into my Hogwarts uniform. I look down at my body to check and see if I look alright. As usual, I don't. Oh well, I will never look okay no matter how hard I try.
In another attempt to look better I apply some camouflage green eyeliner and some light green eyeshadow. As an ending affect I put on black mascara and a brown tinted lip gloss. "Why does nothing help my appearance?" I think as I look into the mirror. My God. I look like a bloody beast. I decide to skip breakfast this particular morning hoping that it will help me lose some weight. I probably won't knowing my body.
I begin to walk out of my apartment thinking about the hard year that is sure to be facing me. I have been made Head Girl ( A lapse in judgement to be sure.), have the NEWTS coming up, and I have to be faced with liars and people teasing me all year. I hate liars. Forcefully pulling my thoughts away form the biggest liar that I have ever met, I turn my attention to my car. It is an old yellow Cadillac that I had bought earlier this summer for cheap. I have used it constantly all summer and have actually began calling it my baby. It is like my only friend. I have to sell it though when I turn seventeen because I will have no use for it anymore, since at the age of seventeen you are allowed to take your apparting test that I will pass with a lot of luck. My birthday is on November 27th and I cannot wait for that fateful day. My birthday means hat I can leave my parents and do whatever I want. I plan on being an Auror but I highly doubt I will ever make it that far.
I open up the back door the my car and still in by big wooden trunk that I had painted emerald green. Then I push Rufus' cage into the front seat int eh car, and lastly I enter. I turn on the engine and , damn, my car sounds horrible. I hope it doesn't break down while my parents are driving it home.( They are picking up my baby when they return form their business trip.) My dad would kill me if that happened and then I would have to get a lecture about taking care of a car that I cannot keep.
Before I know it I am driving up in front of King's Cross Station. I see a number of familiar face rushing to get to the platform as I take out my trunk and Rufus and stick them on a trolley. I roll up to Platform 9 3/4 and with a deep breath, run through it. I open my yeas and am surrounded by the new, bur familiar wizarding world that I have only been able to enter once this summer when I went shopping for my books and school robes. The wizarding world is such a magical place in more than one way. I absolutely love it and completely don't deserve it.
I know that I have to go tot he Head's compartment at the beginning of the train ride to have a meeting with the prefects, so I make my way walking along side of the train until I reach the first compartment with five minutes to spare until we leave. I climb into the Hogwarts Express and into the dreaded compartment. The reason that I am dreading going to the meeting is because I have already met the Head Boy himself, James Potter who is the Biggest liar and prankster that I have ever met. He is always mocking em by asking me out on false dates and giving me fake or back-handed compliments; it is a cruel joke that id o not appreciate. I must go and face him though because the train has already taken off which means that I have already been standing out side this door for the past five minutes which, which is sad really.
I walk into the compartment with my eyes closed hoping that it will take away what is the inevitable. Then, I suddenly shriek as I feel a hand make its way to my shoulder. I refuse to open my eyes for I know who that hand belongs to.
"Hey Evans. Looking beautiful, as always."
Oh shit, he's touching me. The gorgeous, black aired boy is touching me and is most likely flinching at the same time. He is only doing this to mock me and I hate it. I push his hand away hastily and snap my eyes open.
"Don't touch me Potter," I say in a forced calm voice.
"You know you like it," he replies with his trademark smile.
Shit, I am melting under his gaze and he hasn't even done anything yet. I am truly a sucker for a cute guy. Note to self: work on that. I am pulled back into reality when I remember how he just so rudely told me I was ugly by lying and saying that I was beautiful.
"We are supposed to be calling the prefects down right now. So, if you could stop staring at me that would be much appreciated. Let's go, yeah?" I say in a hostile tone that I know will throw him off.
"Okay."
With that "okay," I march my way fully into the compartment and call for the prefects. The children who are some of the greatest minds in Hogwarts come scurrying to the compartment the moment that I call them. When everybody is there I begin the meeting, talking about some of the most boring things int eh entire planet and giving them the speech about how this is a privilege that should not be taken lightly. When I finish I send them all away so they can go and be with their friends and it is then that I realize the Potter did not say a single thing during the entire meeting. He is just looking around aimlessly obviously trying to look like he is doing something useful. It's not working. That is when I remember that he was never a prefect so he probably has no idea what he is supposed to be doing.
Damn. Now I guess that means that I have to explain everything to him and spend time with him. Spending time with him only lowers my self-esteem. I turn to him unwillingly and find that he is now staring at me. I hate it when people stare at me because it makes me feel uglier and fatter than usual.
"Stop looking at me."
"What if I like looking at you?"
"No you don't you stupid, insolent asshole."
"That wasn't a nice thing to say. I haven't even done anything yet."
"Whoever said I was nice?"
"I did."
"Whatever. Do you want me to tell you what your job is or not?"
"I already know what I am supposed to do," he says with a smile reappearing on his face.
"How?"
"I just do"
I look at him suspiciously. How does he know what to do? Oh yeah! Maybe it was because Remus is a prefect and they are best friends and all.
"Why didn't you say anything during the meeting then?"
"I like watching you talk and hold the attention of a room."
"You're sick. I hate you,"I say with anger dripping in every syllable I say.
He looks taken aback. "What have I done?"
"Like you don't know!"
With that last statement I leave the room so he doesn't see the tears that I am trying to cover with anger. Why do I always become so emotional when I know that he is lying to me? I hate him! HATE HIM! HATE HIM!
I stand in the hall of the trolley pushing down a sob and then decide to keep on walking.
"Lily! Oh my God! I missed you! Oh. What's wrong hun? Why are you crying?"
It was Amber. One of what I guess I could call "my friends." It is a funny prospect really that I could have friends but feel so alone even though I am surrounded by many people. I started to cry harder when I thought of this . Amber pulled me into her arms and gave me a huge hug while I cried on her shoulder until I was able to pull myself together.
I pulled back and looked at the seventeen year old in front of me. There was no other way to describe Amber, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Amber has dirty blonde hair that is curly and topaz colored eyes(brown topaz) that flashed different colors depending on her mood. She is about 5'7 and very slender, but muscular if that makes sense. Totally unlike me who is not curvy, but fat and short. I secretly envy her, but don't tell any body that.
To add onto her perfect figure, she always has a nice and hot boyfriend at her side. Once again, unlike me, who is a spinster.
"What made you cry Lily? Whoever it was I'll go and beat them up if you like. Tell em who it was."
"I didn't do anything but tell the truth," says Potter's voice behind my back.
I don't turn around, but am saved from replying when Amber begins to interrogate him.. While she is doing that, I stealthily sneak into an empty compartment. Today has already sucked.
Lily is beautiful and kind, but for some odd reason she does not believe any body who tells her this. She thinks that others are lying to her or mocking her when that compliment her. James Potter in particular. Although James Potter has been known to be arrogant, he has never been anything but nice to Lily and that is the precise reason why she hates him.