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This is a try out fic, I'm not sure if you're gonna like it. But for my sake, review just for sheer hell of it all.

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True confessionals of Hogwart's own walking accident.

Chapter One- The Mad Hospital got Over-booked.

Dear Diary,

I have reasons to believe I am going mad and must be treated immediately or sent straight away to the Mad Hospital situated in Mad Lane on Mad Island. I say this with my best personal health at heart.

You see, I appear to be turning into one of those: gossip queens, boy stalking, non-stop talking, sly perfectionists, mind masters of makeup, bitching arses and being generally a complete and utter prat to my fellow human being who expresses the same love for a certain male specimen I myself have taken to.

Yes, it's true; I am talking about the typical teenage girl.

And no, I didn't suddenly wake up realising I'd grown boobies and suddenly had annoyingly long crimson bush-like-quality hair which simply refuses to go into a ponytail. I was infact one of those girl like creatures before hand, the thing is, however, is that before yesterdays 'certain events', I had reason to believe I would never be the typical teenager.

But, to my complete distress, yesterday did happen- and so did my hormones.

I begin my tragic tale full of princes, love, pirates and all that other fairy tale stuff in the place where I have to admit not even I thought I'd dare to trespass in. I am talking about, I'm sure you'll realise; Hogwart's Library.

I was simply studying, doing all those so unbelievably boring essays it's almost unbelievable I didn't take one look at the paper, scream a few times and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. Ok, well no, I wasn't ACTUALLY doing my homework…I was simply…reading?

Yes, reading. That's what one tends to do in a library, right?

FINE, whatever, you sly, un-believing cow of a diary, I was looking for a place where I could be away from my fellow 'typical teenage girls'. Honestly, sixth year Gryffindors are absolute, bullying gits with nothing better do to then harass poor, sweet, innocent victims (me- ofcorse)

Those girl like specimens CHUCKED me out my own common room! Claming that I was "breathing their air" and "contaminating the Gryffindor tower with my germs". Which is simply ridiculous because, I, meaning me, take great pride in my personal hygiene. So basically, I had to wait until my dear (and probably only) friend Crystal came back from wherever she rejected me to, to let me in.

I just want to hit those other sadistic, cruel girl bitches with a large, hard object (desirably a knife of some sort, but I'd settle for a broomstick), and cause them as much physical pain as possible.

Merlin, what is becoming of me! I'm turning into one of those insane, violent, wannabe killers.

I guess an insane, violent, wannabe killer wouldn't be a bad job.

But just to be safe I think I'll stick to my dream of being a highly safe, no violent wannabe killings involved, medi-witch.

Much better.

Anyways, where was I. Oh yes, so there I was, minding my own business, wallowing in self pity and wondering why the whole world was out to get me, when, ofcorse, HE had to walk in with HER and ruin my perfect daze.

He meaning my worst enemy's best friend.

Her meaning my best friend.

Sirius Black currently had his arm-YES, his Sirius Black infested arm, round Crystal's waist. I mean its practically live porn.

Well no, but it was just as trashy and disgraceful- which is why you can imagine I stormed up to Crystal and demanded what in the name of Merlin's frilly pink panties she was doing associating with one of the boys who made my life complete and utter hell the past 6 years.

"Crystal! What in the name of Merlin's frilly pink panties are you doing associating with one of the boys who made my life complete and utter hell the past six years!" I practically shook the whole Library, receiving angry stares from those cranky PMT infested 7th years who were currently studying for their NEWT's, and even angrier stares from the crumbly, elderly librarian. Sour cow.

I could feel the stares of the Library upon me, each of its occupants now interested in my sudden outburst. Not even the many towering shelves of dusty old books could disguise my eruption, hell; I wouldn't have been surprised if half of Hogsmede had heard me. But, at that moment, I honestly couldn't have given three flying fucks who was listening to my rampage.

Sirius just stood there, smirking that yeah-I'm-with-your-best-friend-and-now-you're-all-alone smirk. If anything he wrapped those horrible tentacles, otherwise know as arms, tighter around Crystal.

"Lils, sweetie, you have to understand, it's different now; Sirius is hilarious, funny and completely cute once you get to know him. Just give us a chance, yeah?" Crystal's patience in her angelic voice seemed to just anger me even further.

How could one girl be so perfect?

I mean honestly, she had EVERYTHING. She had the locks, the grades, and now the boy. Everything I didn't and most likely would never have.

I breathed a few steadying breaths, trying to think of some oh-so-witty reply in time for me to not look entirely thick.

"Well…WELL you know what else is hilarious, 'sweetie', er…well…JUST I CANT BELIEVE YOU…" Right, real smooooth Lily old girl, I swear my wit is running at minus 134 per hour- I appear to be getting consistently dumber by the second.

I decided to take that time to take my dramatic exit out the Library, before I made myself out to be even slower than I actually was. How, in only two sentences had I become the laughing stock of the library! I mean, I could HEAR the giggles and snorts from behind the bookcases, laughing at my pathetic attempts to win an argument, that's it; those dense gits have made my list- along with half the school now.

I stormed out the library, making my perfect escape.

Well I would of, except for the large, muscular wall I managed to run into.

Sweet Jesus' Wellingtons I need my eyes checking out.

On further inspection I realised the large muscular wall was my arch, evil enemy- dressed in sweaty Quidditch robes, his raven hair all over the place.

And then it hit me like a large, muscular wall running at me.

I was currently lying on top of James Potter- Quidditch captain and my arch rival himself. Shit. Shit. Shit.

And what's worse, was that my lips were positioned dead centre on his, his eyes wide with fear and some other un-readable expression.

My name is Lily Evans, and I'm in need of serious help.

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