NOTE: MY TENSES ARE SCREWED B'COS OF THE PRESENT NARRATIVE TONE. IGNORE THE DUM TENSES.
Ok, here's something extra I just decided to give ya.
I don't own anyone…
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm scared. MOMMIEEE! Sigh… Quidditch tryouts today. Trying for seeker. I am the right build. I'm standing in the field right now, waiting for my turn. I've been practicing so hard. Yeah, I got my mum to buy me a broom. YAY!
Oh god, it's my turn… craps…
Mounting the broom, ahhh… this is better. I love being up in the air. Lalala. Oh craps, I've gotta catch the snitch. Okies, chasing, chasing, chasing, got it! Knew I would…
Well, that went well. James is trying out for chaser. "GO JAMES!" I screamed.
Now, I've just gotta wait for the rest of the team positions to be auditioned. I'M SO FLIPPIN TETCHY!
A half hour later…
"For the chaser, we have… JAMES POTTER!" yelled our Quidditch captain Jamie Lee. There was a loud applause from almost everyone around. Except the failed chasers. They just sulked. I closed my eyes and sat there, feeling sick to the stomach…
"AND NOW OUR SEEKER… ISSSSS, CJ!"
Everyone cheered, except the failed seekers, all people I didn't really trust. Anyway, all my friends engulfed me in hugs and it was basically the happiest (other than finding out that I was a witch) moments in my life.
I know, short, and lame… I hate myself. REVIEW! PS, I'm fast-forwarding to the 4th year in the next chappie.