A/N: This is my first story on The next chapters will be much longer. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer : J.K. Rowling owns the characters (excpet Alice Midler), the setting, etc.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her face staring back at her. 'Well,' thought Alice, 'I look the same as I did yesterday. Same shoulder length brown hair, same dull brown eyes'. She thought that she looked shorter then yesterday, but that might just have been her nervousness about going to a new school.
"Alice! Your trunk's in the limo! We have to go, I have a meeting!"
"Coming Dad!" She stole one last look at herself in the mirror and left the bathroom.
She ran back to her bedroom and froze looking at her old quidditch robes that were lying on her bed. She would probably never wear them again, now that she was on the team here. She folded them and put them away in her closet. She spent most of her time in the house in Canada, way on the other side of the Ocean. Tears came to her eyes as she thought of the fact that she didn't know when she would see that house, her friends, or her boyfriend again. She refused to cry. Quidditch players didn't cry, what would the English scouts think if they saw her. They would never have recruited her if she had cried when Italy had won the semi-final match. Just thinking of that damn cheating Italian team made her want to send thousands of Howlers to their houses so that they would become completely deaf from screeching swearing. But she wasn't that type of girl. Well sometimes she was, but she had to hide it so that there were no black marks on her fathers business.
If anyone else looked at her life they would see a wonderful one, but in reality it had a lot of flaws. Being the daughter of a multi-millionaire and being a quidditch player was tough. The paparazzi were always on her back. She has a flashback to when the paparazzi had caught her, her boyfriend, and he friends underage drinking at a party. She had gotten her father into lots of trouble and he almost lost a million dollar contract over it. She had gotten into so much trouble she had to promise her father that she would keep a good, clean record; in front of the press anyways.
Alice looked out the window of her room and she already saw a couple of photographers outside her house, raring to take a picture of her going to her new school. She could pick out the wizarding press if she looked hard enough. They held larger cameras that had a shimmering cloud above them that only wizards and witches could see. They used an invisibility charm to disguise the large purple cloud of smoke that would usually erupt from the flash.
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The next chapter will hopefully come out soon but I'm really busy.