Now that I look back, I can't believe what happened to me. I still don't understand what went wrong. I know that if I had done something differently, like I had acted like a normal person, I would be happier. I could have made really close friends, like family, and it would have been a real home for me. Perfectness.
But instead, I went and acted all stuck up. My chance to live happily was lost, in just a few seconds. All the friends I made were from then on either fake, or just really cruel. Sometimes, when I dive into my pensive, I just sit and act stunned. I sit and think, wondering over and over again why it had to happen that way.
I am just one of those people who doesn't do well with popularity. The more I act stuck up and snobby, the more friends that are truly friends I loose, the more I become popular, and the more stuck up and snobby I become. It's a vicious cycle, and it sucks you into it.
Those three boys that I first noticed on that fateful day, who I later found out were the Marauders, were one of the few people that were real at Hogwarts. I admired them so much. They were the most popular boys in the school, and they acted however they wanted to. They didn't follow the rules, they didn't care about anything. I was so jealous. All I wanted was to be one of them.
But that didn't work. I became friends with Megan, the blonde, Brittney, the brunette, and Aralia, the one with black hair. I was right, we did become more popular that most wizard and witches dreamed of, but we constantly we stabbing each other in the back. Obviously, I was right at home.