New Start HMD version 5

Sorry for the long wait on everything. I'm graduating next week and I'll finally have ons of time. I have been taking advanced creative writing classes for a year now and I feel my story will improve greatly in the next few submissions.

Amy shot up in bed, surveying the dark room. Her ivory skin was clamy with sweat. It was another one of those dreams that she could never remember anything but the full moon. But this time she remembered one thing more, she had been running through the forest. Everyone else in the girl's 2nd level quarters was still sleeping as usual. She stretched and wiped her tired eyes before throwing the sheets aside and going to the bathroom to get ready for school. She wiped a small hand across the fogged mirror after getting out of the shower and stared at her reflection for a moment. Unsatisfied she brought scissors up to her head. Amy looked down at the counter. The last traces of her fake blonde highlights lay there, leaving dark brunette waves that came down to her breast. After dressing she headed down to the common room though accidentally slipped on the last step and fell on her bottom. She winced as the ground bludgoned her. Amy blew the hair out of her face, as she giggled at her own clumsiness. She dusted herself off, looking up to see the opposite oak staircase leading to the boy's rooms in front of her. A smirk played across her lips as she crept forward.

"Amy!" someone shouted behind her. Amy turned around to see her tall best friend Rachel.

"What," Amy asked trying to play innocent. "I was only going to take a peek," she said trying to suppress a giggle. Rachel marched her into the lounging room and they sunk down into the soft leather couch laughing. Rachel started to speak but everything she said after that was slurred as words ran into each other. The blazing fire in front of them stole Amy's attention. As she daydreamed, the flames danced in her dark brown eyes. 'This life bores me so much. Like everyday actions magic has grown to be a normal part of my life. I feel like there's so much inside of me waiting to come bursting out. But soon there will be nothing because of that hole in my heart. I will grow colder and colder until no one will stand by my side.' Amy thought to herself.

"Amy… Amy! Hey did you get your homework done?" Rachel said waving a hand in front of Amy's face, snapping her attention back to reality.

"No, and when I do you still can't copy off of me," Amy said in a harsher tone than she'd intended. Rachel let out a sigh and left the common room in silence. Amy stalked back up the stairs to her room and rummaged through her book bag at the side of the bed. She pulled out her things, getting started on her potions homework as many of the other students started waking. Many minutes had passed before Amy glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall in the common room.

"Crap," she cursed under her breath as she threw a sweatshirt on and ran out the door, her bag dragging on the ground behind her. Amy ran into her transfiguration class, hair messy, a slice of toast stilling hanging out the side of her mouth, and still cramming things into her book bag. She sat down quickly, setting up her supplies around her desk.

"Amy Thompson?" The teacher asked, taking attendance.

"Mmh," she replied with a mouthful of food. Chewing violently she squeaked "here!" After attendance the teacher droned on about how the schedule changes for the last two days of school. Amy pulled out her sketch book and started to draw a animagus in the form of a wolf. The image felt so familiar to her.

"Miss Thompson, would you please join the class!" The teacher shouted in frustration as she was in the middle of a lecture.

"Yes Miss Fowling," Amy said quickly putting the sketch book away and flashing the teacher a scrunchie face as she turned her back. Amy slept through History of Wizardry in the back of the classroom. She jerked awake at the sound of the bell, telling the students that it was lunchtime and followed the other students as they all rushed to get out of the classroom.

Amy always chose to eat lunch up on the stone balcony, that connected to the stairs, overlooking the dinning room. After eating a filling meal of pizza and chocolate milk, Amy pulled out her sketch book yet again, trying to finish the sketch she had started earlier. Unfortunately she didn't notice as a small group of well-dressed girls walked up.

"Oh look she's drawing those gay characters again." One of them said. The girl seemed to be the one most followed.

"They're not gay, they're just cartoons," Amy said in her defense.

"Sure they're not," the girls giggled and began to move on.

"Someone should slap that stupid plastic." Amy said under her breath.

"What did you fuck'in say?" the girl said turning and stomping up to Amy, trying to look tough as she pulled her wand out and pointed it in Amy's direction. Her and her friends were the sort of girls that thought that modesty was the brand of a new clothing line and wore a caked on mask of hooker makeup. It was all about what's on the outside for them. Then again that's all they seemed to have.

"I'm sure you heard me Valerie!" Amy said venom in her voice as she slipped out her unicorn hair wand. "Expeliamus!" Amy said with confidence, successfully knocking Valerie's wand out of her hand. But Valerie recovered quick, ripping her sketch book out of her hands and tossing it to the ground. As Amy shot up to retrieve her book Valerie backhanded her across the face, making her drop her wand as well. Amy rubbed her stinging face as if rubbing away her surprised expression as it turned to pure rage. "I like to use my fists better anyways," She growled before turning around and throwing a punch. Amy hit Valerie square in the eyes. Valerie squeaked in pain, cupping her hands to her eye, afraid it would fall right out of it's socate. Her friends saw Valerie's struggle and one stepped forward as Amy had her back turned.

"Stupify!" The wind had been knocked out of Amy as her lungs were grasping for air. She winced as her head hit the wall in front of her. Warm blood trickled down her forehead. She tried to lift a hand to her biting wound but her arm felt heavy and slow. The last thing she saw was Valerie's foot diging deep into her gut.

Several hours later Rachel went looking for Amy when she found that she had not attended any of her classes after lunch. She first went to the last place she knew Amy would be. Rachel's blue eyes widened as she raced up the steps and over to Amy's crumpled body lying in a puddle of blood. She bent down picking up Amy's feeble body.

"Somebody help, please help me!" She screamed.