A/N:

Just to let you guys know, I'm working on a new story right now. It came to my head one night a couple of weeks ago and I'm just now getting it down in black and white. It's changed from what I had thought it would be, but I still think ya'll will enjoy it. I'm debating whether or not to make it into an extra long one-shot or if I should divide it into two or three chapters. What do you guys think? I'll tell ya'll the title as soon as I know what it is. Lol. Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy this next chapter!

Disclaimer:

I own absolutely NOTHING about this story. The only thing I own is this ice cream. J.K. Rowling owns everything else, the lucky dawg. Ssssselfissssshh ssshhhe issss! Ssssselfisssshh!

Chapter Two: This is my life

Hermione Granger woke up with a start as her alarm went off. Groaning she reached over, turned it off, then lay her head back down and closed her eyes. Perfect. Just perfect. She was awake. Sometimes she wished that she could go to sleep one night and never wake up. Hermione rolled out of bed and walked over to her closet.

Hermione Granger had changed over the summer, it was true. She had matured quite well. She had curves in all the right places. A body any girl would die to have and any guy would die to have underneath him. Her luscious locks streamed down her back in soft ringlets. Her hair, while still as wild as ever,had thankfully grown out of its bushines. It was a beautiful shade of golden brown which brought out the color of her eyes, which in turnhad lightened to a lovely shade of hazel. She stood at precisely 5 ft. and 4 in.

But, Hermione had matured emotionally as well. She never cried about anything anymore. She would never give people, especially her mother, that satisfaction. She was tough. And not just tough. Tough as nails. As tough as the hardest diamond. Tougher, if possible.

Along with these changes, her style had changed as well. She was punk. Hard punk. And even a bit gothic, though not as much so. Of course, you can't quite say any girl has specifically one style. That's like saying dementors have feelings! No, her style changed with her mood. Sometimes she even went as far as to dress preppie. But her mood was mainly punk.

Hermione grabbed some clothes to wear out of her closet. She had chosen a tight fitting maroon t-shirt and a black, pleated hip hugger skirt that came about mid-thigh. Then she went to go take a shower. After her shower Hermione started getting ready to go to Hogwarts. Thank God! She didn't think she could stand another second of this hell hole! As she dressed, tugging on her knee-length gray socks and black combat boots, she began thinking about her father.

'How could father do this to me? How could he just leave like that? Leave me with her? He didn't even say goodbye! It isn't fair. It just isn't fair!'

FLASHBACK

"He... he... he's what?" I asked, hyperventilating. My chest heaved and my eyes darted around wildly, as if I could find the truth hidden somewhere in a dark corner. 'This isn't happening. This cannot be happening!'

"Your father is dead," Hermione's mother repeated, betraying no emotion. Not on her face or in her voice.

'He wouldn't just leave me like this. He loves me! How could he do this to me? How can you do this to me daddy?' The last question the grief-stricken girl had directed to her father Mark Granger.

END FLASHBACK

Ann Granger, Hermione's mum, had always been cold to her, but ever since her father died... Let's just say it hadn't been pretty. Ann was always yelling at her daughter, calling her names, cussing her out, saying everything bad she could think of. Also, Hermione had to do everything around the house. And if it wasn't done in record time and perfectly, Ann would take away Hermione's eating 'privilege' as punishment. Sometimes Hermione would get slapped around a bit, just for good measure.

After Hermione was finished getting ready, she packed any last minute items such as hair things, make up, her diary, etc into her trunk. She checked the time. 6:59 a.m. 'Time to start making Ann's breakfast. She won't be happy if it's late.' Hermione sighed, thinking about her situation.

'This is my life,' she thought. Then she turned off the light and started walking down the stairs, going to make her mother's breakfast.

A/N:

Hey you guys! So, that's the first real chapter. What did ya'll think? Be honest! And there's this little blue button thingy at the bottom of the page. I hear that if you click on it you can send a review! So who wants to try it? It better be all of you. cracks knuckles menacingly Lol! And just thought you might be interested to know that I'm finally going to get my liscense in a couple of weeks. I know, a bit late, but yeah. At least I'm getting it. Lol! But, what are ya'll doing? Watching me ramble? Go! Now! REVIEW! Please? Remember what I said about the little blue button? DO IT! I'll love you forever if you do! And remember, REVIEW! Lol!