A/N: Hiya! My name is Lisa (call me lis though, Lisa's too boring : P). Well you've probably heard this way too many times, but I'll still say it. This is my first fanfic so any, and I mean ANY tips, or constructive criticism or anything would be a great help. I had help with the plotline for my SPECIAL friend Sabina, and morale backing up from my friend Amy and Annthia my beta. (Check out Thia's fanfic on its called I Still Love you, by ThiaCapricorncutie).
And if anyone could tell me what 'flames' means, it would help. Thanks in advance for REVIEWING: D Anyways, on with the story!
Kimberly! Kimberly! 'Eet is time to get up! We must get to Keeng's Cross, by 11:00!" my mother Fleur screamed from downstairs for the fifth time this morning.
"Mmm… coming…now…" my voice trailed off as I hefted my self off the bed. Sunlight filtered through my blue and green curtains, and I blinked at the sudden change in lighting. As I passed by the hall mirror on my way down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of myself, and doubled back to take proper look.
My long blonde hair was tousled and tangled, from my restless night. My bushy eyebrows were sticking up, the pupils of my light green eyes small from all the sunlight. I had put on some weight during the vacation, and grown even taller. Looking at myself too long is painful, so I turned away and headed down the rest of the stairs.
The aroma of bacon and pancakes came wafting from the kitchen and I hurried there.
"Finally you decide you should get up Kimberly, thank you for gracing us with your presence," my mother intoned sarcastically.
Ignoring her, I scrambled down my already served breakfast. My two sisters Katheryn and Kristyne came down the stairs giggling just as I was finishing my food. They are only a year apart, and very close to each other. Katheryn is popular and vivacious, with green eyes and strawberry-blond hair. Kristyne is cute and charming, blue-eyed and red-haired. Katheryn is starting school next year, Kristyne the year after.
"Good morning everybody!" they sang, at the same time. I rolled my eyes at their display of 'cuteness'.
"I have to finish packing," I said, and ran up the stairs two at a time.
"Hurry Kimberly, we do not want to be late!" my mother called.
Whatever, I thought, and ran into my room and locked the door. Then I went into my adjoining bathroom and bathed, brushed my teeth, hair, and all the other getting dressed procedures. I stepped out of my bathroom a new girl, my hair neatly in a high ponytail, a little eyeliner and lip gloss for the first day of second year, and my favourite muggle clothes on, a pair of hipster jeans, and a black tank top that says 'Don't hate the playa, hate the game.' I packed one pair of robes, my favourite book, my Mp3 player, and my other necessities in a knapsack for the train, so I wouldn't have to dig in my trunk until I got to Hogwarts.
I checked my watch and realised it was 10:15, and we would have to get going soon, as we live 20 minutes car ride away from King's Cross. I skipped down the stairs with my knapsack, to the kitchen where I found my late-waking father, Bill.
"Morning daddy!" I trilled, pecking him on the cheek.
"Mornin' Kimmi! How's my oldest daughter on this bright and beautiful day?" he boomed in his deep voice.
"Fine, but a little stressed," I sighed.
"Never mind doll, you'll be fine once you get on the train and see your friends," daddy said.
That's what he thinks. I don't have any friends and Hogwarts; so going to school isn't so great for me. All I really do is go to class, do homework and study. I don't know what is wrong with me really, it's just no one seems to want to be my friend. But I try not to dwell, it's just to depressing. I slipped my feet into my favourite sandals, and grabbed my sweater incase it got cooler later.
"Okay mum, let's get going now, we don't want to be late!" I called.
She jumped me by coming out of the kitchen door. "Which 'ees exactly what I've been saying all morning, dear."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" I murmured and she grabbed her handbag and car keys, and opened up he door.
"Bye darling," she said to my father kissing him. "Bye Krissy, bye Kat!" she called to my dear little sisters.
"Bye mummy! Come back soon, just drop Kim of so you can hurry back and make the cookies with us!"
My mother chuckled and we headed out the door and into the car. Granddaddy Arthur bought it for my mother and father's wedding gift, for getting around Muggle ways. She started up the car as my father brought out my trunk. He opened the boot, dropped it in, and waved as we drove off.
"Bye daddy, love you, write to me!" I called through the open window.
"Bye Kimberly, have fun at school! Miss you and love you too!" he called, just as I was rolling up the window. I sighed quite happily, and got out my book, 'Remember Me.' Most of family gets motion sick if they read in the car, but, fortunately, I don't. The ride to King's Cross-was pretty uneventful, excluding my mother screaming profanity at quite a few people on the roads. She is not a morning person.
Meanwhile, due to the traffic, we reached the station around 10:50, so my mother drove me to the entrance, got a porter put my trunk in a trolley, and drove off to find a parking space quickly. I pushed my trolley to Platform 10, and surreptitiously pushed my trolley and myself through the barrier between Platform 10 and Platform 9¾.
The change in atmosphere was immediate. Compared to the fairly quiet mood in King's Cross, Platform 9¾ was a zoo. Rushing, bustling, shouting, and general chaos was going on. I checked my watch and saw it was 10:55. I quickly pulled my trunk off the trolley, and pushed myself through plenty of people into the train. Surprisingly I was able to find an empty compartment with its window facing the station, and threw my trunk onto the luggage rack and sat down. From the window I saw my mother come through the barrier, spot me and start waving furiously. Laughing I stood up and waved to her as the train rode off to Hogwarts. When my mother went out of sight I sat down and sighed. I wasn't too sure if I was happy or sad, I just felt full of emotion, and of dreams, and hopes. Who knows? Maybe this year I'll get lucky, maybe it won't be to bad.
Okay, first chapter's boring I know, but it'll get better (I hope) I promise!
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lis