Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters.
I Wanted More
Let me start by saying this. I am a typical 16 year old girl. I go to school, a wizarding school, where you have your friends and your enemies. Where you have your hopeless crushes and your girls squealing over boys. You have the popular kids and the dorks. I am a girl whose life is just crazy as any other teenage girl. I am Lily Evans.
I'm at that stage when I want something so badly than anything else. Something that could help me live my life. At least until I leave Hogwarts…maybe longer.
Tis my sixth year at Hogwarts. Another dreadful year with classmates I cant stand. They are horrible. Horrible I say. Sure they think I am the happiest person, but they just annoy me with their knowledge of nothing of what's underneath me. I wonder what my sixth year will hold for me. But the one thing that wants me to go back to Hogwarts is a certain crush. I've never had a feeling like this before. That pulls me into daydreams and causes my non-sense thinking. Having a crush on James potter is the last thing I want. But I can't help it. Sure him and his little posse, the Maruaders, have kinda tormented me in the past but I think he's soften up a bit. Better hope that Sirius probably gave him a little pep talk. James Potter is a sweet guy, I just know it, when he isn't showing off. Oh why on earth do I like James Potter? I mean just thinking about his name is causing my delay of packing.
Today is Sunday, day before I get to go back to Hogwarts and be with kids that don't understand me. As I'm packing my trunk I noticed as I look around the room that it was oddly empty. Wishing it had shelves full of trophies and medals I win. But my room doesn't hold that. I am a person that cannot do anything. I have no talent, no skill to show off. Is that why everyone at school just don't see me as an equal? They see me as an oddball? Actually they don't see me as an equal or an oddball. They see a girl who supposedly of higher class. I am able to put up a disguise as a happy person, that I'm the perfect girl. That I have everything. The girl that everyone wants to be with. I smile at that thought that I'm popular. But I really didn't want that. I just want everyone to know the truth that I'm not perfect, that I am flawed just like other people. But they'll never know will they?
"LILY! Get your butt down here, I gotta take you to the station!" yelled a familiar nagging voice, my sister.
Too bad I can't drive…very well or else I wouldn't have to hear a voice yelling for me.
"Fine fine. I'm coming!" I replied.
As a shrunk my trunk and put it in my pocket, I look around the room and sighed. Will anyone at school know that I'm not perfect? Im just as empty as my room. I'm somebody that they expect to be perfect, but why? They don't know why I put up an act. I'm a sad soul. With hopes of being something but just can't.