Chapter 2: Strange Summers

Carrie is the most beautiful innocent intelligent angel I have ever seen. -Charlie Weasley

Ahhh. Finally! School is here! Well actually it's tomorrow, but it's almost here! Now you must be wondering why right now I'm excited about school. Well there are three reasons. There names are Hannah, Monica, and Chaki. Right now I'm giggling madly and throwing all my clothes joyously into my trunk.

Charlie is just standing on the doorway watching me pack. It's really creeping me out. He has been doing that a lot lately. But I got him back through teaching Fred and George.

Fred and George are so much fun to teach pranks to. They are always ready to learn and I can teach them pranks I have never even pulled. Of course Charlie and Eric are our test subjects. Heh. When we get back to school, Carrie and her little group of skanks will fill that spot.

"You really like packing, don't you?" Charlie observed.

"Yea! Packing means I get to leave and go to a new place and get out of the same routine over and over again. Plus when I get back to school I get to laugh at how moronic the skanks are," I replied happily. Wow I was way too cheery for just going back to school. I mean come on, who actually wants to go back to school? I have really lost it.

"Moronic skanks? You don't mean my wonderful girlfriend Carrie now do you?" he asked, pouting.

"Aww. I know you're in love with her and all, but you have to admit she is a skanky hoe who has been around school more times than I can count," I replied back.

"Then you must not be able to count properly, Miss Yata," he smirked back. Oh he's gonna get it one of these days. I just glared at him. He smirked even more and followed up with, "Carrie is the most beautiful innocent intelligent angel I have ever seen."

I just stared at him for a second and then we burst out laughing. He stumbled over to me and we leaned on each other for support we were laughing so hard. Eric walked in and asked, "What's so funny?"

"H-He s-s-aid that C-Car-r-rrie is t-the most b-beaut-tiful in-in-innocent in-intelligent angel he's ever se-ee-ee-n!" I choked out laughing harder with each passing syllable. Eric just sighed and left the room mumbling something about being surrounded by morons. Hey that's my line. It's not fair that he can just steal my lines! Oh well.

We stopped laughing as suddenly as we started and just stared at each other. I looked into his eyes and…whoa, when did his eyes get so gorgeous? Blue with streaks of green and a little bit of brown. WHAT THE HELL? Why am I even thinking this? What is wrong with me?

"Well I gotta finish packing," I said cheerily, breaking the silence.

"Yea, I should go contemplate packing too," he replied, sighing slightly.

"You haven't started packing?"

"Nope. Mom usually does it for me!"

"Lazy ass."

"Hey!"

"Pack," I said and I shoved him out the door, closed it, and locked it, effectively keeping him and his beautiful eyes out. Where the hell did that come from? Beautiful eyes? No way! Tomorrow will be school and I can ignore him and forget about him.

I went back to packing and twenty minutes I was all ready to go. Too bad it was an hour before dinner, so I had to find something to amuse myself. So I decided to go to the cliff past the golden fields, the fragile grass taller than me by an inch.

Oh. My. God. I am turning into a poet. A creepy little girl who pays more attention to what's on the outside than what's on the inside. Of course there are always those poets who see what's on the inside and totally ignore what's going on around them. I have nothing against poets, I just don't really want to be one. A philosopher, yes, poet, no.

So I went through the field and out to the cliff. The sunset was breathtaking. The sky was a beautiful shade of red, gold and orange. Summer sunsets are so pretty. So I sat down and closed my eyes. Why, you ask, would I do this when there's a beautiful sunset in front of me? Well it relaxes me and meditating heightens my sense of what's around me. I can sense things that are close to me.

Of course I could paranoid.

Just wonderful. Someone's coming. Three guesses who. He seems to like to follow me around lately which is annoying. At least he's not insulting me like he used too. Oh well, when we all get back to school he can go back to his popular crowd and leave me and my little group of misfits alone. Because that's what we are.

Misfits.

Sounds awful doesn't it? Not really. We like it like that. We're the oddballs and that's the way it always has been, we don't really care.

"Shouldn't you be packing?" I deadpanned I mean come on, who takes only ten minutes to pack? You have to neatly stuff all of your stuff into a trunk and make sure it shuts properly. I would take only five minutes to pack, except that it takes me an hour at least of re organizing all the crap so my stuff can all fit and the trunk actually closes.

"Nah, I finished," he replied. Haha, yea right. It's not humanly possible to be done that fast. Unless of course he had help. That's funny. He's sixteen and he still needs help packing his stuff for school. How pathetic.

I turn and look at him, but my sarcastic remark was lost. With the colors reflecting on his face, he looked sort of cute. In a bizarre messed up creepily weird way. Weird.

"Ah, school tomorrow," I said, leaning back onto my hands and looking out to the sunset. God it was beautiful. Today was Saturday and that was good. But then there was Sunday and then Monday. Ew. I hate Mondays. They just suck.

"Yea. Back to the evilness of homework and Snape," he said. He did not just use evilness. That is way off character for him. Is there something wrong? I hope he's not depressed or something. What if he kills himself? Whoa, when did I get this worried? I AM A FREAK. Yes ladies and gents, it's true. "Do you like him?"

Huh. Did I miss something? Who is he talking about? "Snape?" I asked. He nodded his head and I replied, "Not really. I know I'm his pet, but, well, actually I find it hilarious how he picks on Carrie and her whore-clan." I remembered all the fond memories of Snape yelling at Carrie for making stupid mistakes.

Carrie sucks at everything, except sleeping around. And even then I hear she's really bad. It's really awful to have to room with her, so I bring my shrinkable poofcouch with me and I set it up in the Ravenclaw dorms. Hannah has one too so we sleep there often. There is only one other girl other than Monica and Chaki and she doesn't talk much. Her name is Elena and she never says a word about anything.

So we sleep there. Sometimes I have to sleep in Gryffindor dorms and it's really bad. All four of them snore really badly and I never can sleep. I normally go down to the common room and sleep on the couch that's there.

But I have to keep a lock on my trunk so Carrie and her gang don't go through my stuff. I started putting a lock on when I saw Shelly wearing one of my favorite shirts. I was so pissed. So I pranked the hell out of her and put a lock on. The girls are too stupid to use Alohamora, so I have nothing to worry about.

Charlie and I just sat there for a few minutes in total silence. The silence was starting to bother me, so I decided to go.

"I'm going to go inside," I said, standing up abruptly and started to walk away.

"Hey wait," Charlie said as he got to his feet and grabbed my arm. I turned around and came right up to his face. Our noses were literally centimeters apart.

"You have such beautiful eyes," he murmured. Whoa, where did that come from?

"I have to go," I said softly and I turned away roughly and walked towards the house.

What a strange summer

Yay! It's done! I'm sorry that it's a little short, I had to rush to get it up before I leave for Florida for ten days, where I won't get a chance to write. Amazingly I updated earlier than usual for me, maybe it's because I like this fic. So I'll leave you alone for now, until next time! February OUT!