A/N- Fine dont update. Ok well i love doing this anyway so even if you dont
read it o well. Please review for me though, I feel like I'm writing for no
reason.
Amy sat on her four poster bed, muttering to herself. nothing knew or eventful at the banquet. The usual greeting speech, the usual arrival of food, everything was the same. She watched the other girls talk and giggle as they posted pictures and posters around their beds. Amys eyes wandered up to her own headboard. The dark oak was completely bare, its polished finish almost like glass. Quietly she reached uner her bed. Her trunk and other boxes were placed in an orginized mayhem under there. Her fingers searched until she gripped the cool metal handle of her guitar case. She pulled it out from under her bed. The long black box came sliding out from under the bed. and she placed her feet on the box.
"Ooo! Whats that Amy?!" Alliosn called from the other side of the room. Allie (her nick name) was a wild little witch. Her thick dark brown hair billowed behind her as she ran over to Amys bed. Her laughing green eyes danced across the room as she landed with a soft plop on her bed. Allison was one of the happiest people ever, very hyper at times. She was the 5 year advisor, giving out some of the "best advice this side of the Transfiguration room."
"It's nothing," Amy said, pushing the case back under her bed. But Allie was too quick for her and gripped the creaking handle. She flipped it up onto her lap and unlached the locks. A ashtonished smile spread across her face as she pushed the box back. Thick cover fell back revealing her long slender black guitar. Six silver frets each held a tightly spun grey strings. On the actual guitar, in long looping caligraphy said, "Million."
"Million? Whats that supposed to mean?" Mia asked rather snobbishly. Amy turned to look at her. Mia's piggish little nose curled in a strange fashion. Her watery blue eyes took up much of the top half of her face, her fat lips taking up the rest. Terrible green eyeshadow seemed to pool at the edge of her eyebrows, showering glitter all over her forehead. Her robes were buttoned that every boy she would come across would die laughing at the attempts to be cool.
"'A million words wont bring you back, I know because I've cried; neither will a million tears, I know beacuse I've cried,'" Amy said in a rather poetic way. she reached down and gripped her guitar. She lifted it up onto her thigh and began to strum. She oculdn't focus on one simple tune, so she just plucked and ran her fingers across the strings.Allie jumped to her feet and began dancing to a music that was in her own head. She was quite humorus to watch, hips swaying from side to side, the her whole body bobbing up and down.
Amy slowly lifted it back up an nestled it back into its case. It was the only piece of home she really had left. With Ellen some where in America, mother dead, and heavens knows what happened to father, she had been put in the swirling pool of life to early. Her world was always been wild, but now to the tenth degree. She no longer had a place to call home, no sholder to cry on, no warm hugs at the end of term. Her home was now a small room in the Leaky Cauldron. The bartender let her stay for free if she would bus tables and clean. She helped clean other stores on Diagon Alley for extra money.
Amy slumped back into her pillows, The soft blue and gold velvet enveloped her. She had to work just to live. And at age 14, she was already running for her life, struggling with her education, and trying to make a life for herself. Amy let herself muse upon the topic as her eyelids slowly began to droop. She slowly feel asleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
A/N: Once again, PLOT BUILDING! Please review for me! i really lie to know what you people think. I would like atleast 2 more reviews before i update (right now I have 3 so keep count). Thank you for reading and please review!
Amy sat on her four poster bed, muttering to herself. nothing knew or eventful at the banquet. The usual greeting speech, the usual arrival of food, everything was the same. She watched the other girls talk and giggle as they posted pictures and posters around their beds. Amys eyes wandered up to her own headboard. The dark oak was completely bare, its polished finish almost like glass. Quietly she reached uner her bed. Her trunk and other boxes were placed in an orginized mayhem under there. Her fingers searched until she gripped the cool metal handle of her guitar case. She pulled it out from under her bed. The long black box came sliding out from under the bed. and she placed her feet on the box.
"Ooo! Whats that Amy?!" Alliosn called from the other side of the room. Allie (her nick name) was a wild little witch. Her thick dark brown hair billowed behind her as she ran over to Amys bed. Her laughing green eyes danced across the room as she landed with a soft plop on her bed. Allison was one of the happiest people ever, very hyper at times. She was the 5 year advisor, giving out some of the "best advice this side of the Transfiguration room."
"It's nothing," Amy said, pushing the case back under her bed. But Allie was too quick for her and gripped the creaking handle. She flipped it up onto her lap and unlached the locks. A ashtonished smile spread across her face as she pushed the box back. Thick cover fell back revealing her long slender black guitar. Six silver frets each held a tightly spun grey strings. On the actual guitar, in long looping caligraphy said, "Million."
"Million? Whats that supposed to mean?" Mia asked rather snobbishly. Amy turned to look at her. Mia's piggish little nose curled in a strange fashion. Her watery blue eyes took up much of the top half of her face, her fat lips taking up the rest. Terrible green eyeshadow seemed to pool at the edge of her eyebrows, showering glitter all over her forehead. Her robes were buttoned that every boy she would come across would die laughing at the attempts to be cool.
"'A million words wont bring you back, I know because I've cried; neither will a million tears, I know beacuse I've cried,'" Amy said in a rather poetic way. she reached down and gripped her guitar. She lifted it up onto her thigh and began to strum. She oculdn't focus on one simple tune, so she just plucked and ran her fingers across the strings.Allie jumped to her feet and began dancing to a music that was in her own head. She was quite humorus to watch, hips swaying from side to side, the her whole body bobbing up and down.
Amy slowly lifted it back up an nestled it back into its case. It was the only piece of home she really had left. With Ellen some where in America, mother dead, and heavens knows what happened to father, she had been put in the swirling pool of life to early. Her world was always been wild, but now to the tenth degree. She no longer had a place to call home, no sholder to cry on, no warm hugs at the end of term. Her home was now a small room in the Leaky Cauldron. The bartender let her stay for free if she would bus tables and clean. She helped clean other stores on Diagon Alley for extra money.
Amy slumped back into her pillows, The soft blue and gold velvet enveloped her. She had to work just to live. And at age 14, she was already running for her life, struggling with her education, and trying to make a life for herself. Amy let herself muse upon the topic as her eyelids slowly began to droop. She slowly feel asleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
A/N: Once again, PLOT BUILDING! Please review for me! i really lie to know what you people think. I would like atleast 2 more reviews before i update (right now I have 3 so keep count). Thank you for reading and please review!
