My Life, The Fairy Tale

Chapter one: Dreaming

A dream. That's all this is, just some dream. It has to be a dream because there is no way in hell that this is happening.

Honestly, I don't know how my mind creates such bizarre happenings. So far, my imagination has got me believing that over the past few weeks, I've received a letter by owl (damn thing few right into the kitchen and started pecking my head), learned I was a witch, was shipped off to England, gotten a wand (Willow, seven and a half inches, dragon blood), bought some spellbooks (one tried to chew off my arm), ran into a brick wall, come out the other side, and now I'm on a train speeding toward some school called Hogwarts where I can 'learn to channel my magical abilities'. Of all the things! Most fifteen year olds dream about hooking up with the captain of the football team, but no, I get to be a witch!

And it's roped my mom into this, too! As it turns out, my mom was one of the most highly respected witches of her time! But, then she met my dad, a muggle (wizard term for non-magical person) and once he found out what she was he left. I mean, I know it's just me and my mom, always has been, but come on? A witch? Not likely. And I grew up in America because it was Mom's dream to live her, not because she left England to get as far away as possible from the magical world she knew and once loved but had to give up so I could live a normal life as a muggle. We moved around a lot; California, Maine, New Jersey, because of her business, not to escape the owls carrying a letter inviting me to a wizarding school.

So, finally, the owl delivered its letter, only about fours years too late. I was told that everyone here started at age eleven, so I get to my old title back. The 'new kid'. I've been to a record-breaking twenty-four schools and everywhere I go it's, 'Hey, is that the new kid? Where's that girl from?' Couldn't you people at least have the decency to learn my name? I mean, do you go around calling your friends 'tall girl' or 'kid with blonde hair'? Here it's going to be no better.

But you know the worst part? The absolute, most horrible thing in this fictitious world that has taken me far away for my mom, and has been nothing but torture on me? I love it. I'm addicted to it. Reality is nothing compared to this. This is…bliss.

And if it is, if it nothing but a part of my apparently twisted subconscious? I don't ever want to wake up.


A/N: What do you think? Please review and I promise the chapters will get longer. I know I still haven't picked out a name; soon, I promise you. ;)