Revenge of the Misfits

Chapter 15

The following morning, Sarah awoke with a throbbing, dull pain in the front of her head. Groggily sitting up in Tian's empty bedroom, she tried to recall the events of the night before. She had drank about three bottles of butterbeer, undergone some insane dares that probably resulted in the throbbing bruise on her forehead, then staggered home and fell in bed without getting undressed.

Slowly, the blonde Champion dragged herself out of bed, and winced as she flipped the lights on in the bathroom, and yelped at the coldness of the shower. About half an hour later, she was laying on the couch downstairs with an ice pack on her forehead in sweat pants and a faded old Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Luckily, none of the girls were currently there, so the house was peacefully quiet.

Laying there, she slowly began to drift into sleep and into the subconcious dark that is the back of our mind.

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Sarah was standing on the porch of her trailer back home. The sky was a clear one, with puffy clouds and everything. Crickets were humming softly, and everything was normal, just how it had been every summer day. Serene.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!" A scream pierced the air, and bewildered, Sarah ran out of the trailer and on the street, suddenly wearing a black dress. The screams got louder and louder, and seemed to be coming from the end of the street. She ran to the house, blonde hair flying wild behind her, a gunshot ringing out as she ran.

Arriving at the house, Sarah burst in, hearing crying inside. She quickly opened the door, knowing someone must be hurt. Opening the door, she saw one of her neighbors, a man named Damian, standing before her with a gun in his hand. Sarah yelled, knowing he was going to shoot, but he turned around and smiled at her gently.

Sarah stood there blankly, as Damian walked over, hugging his neighbor tightly in his thin arms.

"It's not your fault, it's too late now." he whispered, his words echoing all around her. Then he raised the gun, and shot himself.

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"AAAH!" Sarah cried out, back in real time, realizing it was just a dream. The house was still silent. The clock read 12:07 AM, so Sarah moaned and dragged herself to the kitchen, stuffing a muffin in her mouth.

I'm getting sick of muffins... she distantly thought, turning on the faucet, then bending over and slurping the stream of water right up. It was weird. Disgusting. Yet was very nice, to act like a total barbarian when nobody was looking.

"Um..."

"Wha?!" Sarah yelped, spurting water across the room, dripping it all over her messy clothes. She tried to envision how horriable she looked. Frizzy hair, rumpled clothes, red eyes, water everywhere. Yep. Total disaster. And to make it worse, someone who was not her roomate was in her house. And that particular someone happened to have shaggy, red hair, and was barely containing a fit of laughter.

"Go ahead, laugh your ass off." Sarah growled, and Ron roared with laughter, clutching the doorway for support.

"THAT'S SO, HAHAHA! FREAKING HILARIOUS! Haha, that'll never get old!"

"Shut up." Sarah grumbled. "Eat a muffin, they're taking over the house."

"But-"

"Eat it!" Sarah then stuffed it at his face, and thundered up the stairs, nearly running Krista down as she ascended. The girl looked down the stairs at Ron, who was covered in muffin, rolled her eyes and said:

"Do I even want to know?"

"Nope." Ron replied, waving her out the door. A few minutes later, Sarah was back downstairs looking more normal in a black and purpled striped sweatshirt and skinny jeans.

Grabbing muffins to go, her and Ron decided to sit out on the porch and snack. The day was beautiful, puffy gray clouds scuttled across a pearl blue sky, and the grass was a lovely mixture of brown and green. A cold, fast wind whipped across the ground constantly, flushing their cheeks happily.

"So, why did you come here? I forgot." Sarah asked.

"I didn't tell you." Ron answered. "And I sorta forgot now too." Sarah giggled at his puzzled look, and he stared out at the empty dirt road.

"I'm bored." he blantly stated.

"So 'm I." Sarah flatly agreed.

"Don't they have a wizard town or something near here? I wish we could go to Hogsmeade."

"Small towns suck ass. We all know it, and now we must accept it." Sarah sighed. "But that doesn't mean we have to be boring! What shall we do?"

"Let's go skinny dipping in the pond." Ron blandly said, and Sarah choked out a mouthful of muffin.

"You're joking, right?" she asked.

"Uh, sure?" Ron ackwardly replied.

"I'm sure you'd still like me too," Sarah joked, punching her friend lightly in the arm. "But the answer's still no."

"You should probably be doing something to prepare for the first task," Ron reminded her, and Sarah felt as if a rain cloud just formed over her head. How could she ever forget?

"I don't even know what it is, so I figure I'll just wing it." Sarah happily stated, her official plan for the whole Tournament formed.

"Wing it?" Harry, who had just come up behind them blurted out, making the witch and wizard jump about a foot into the air. Ron swore, and Sarah simply clutched at her heart. "You could die, has that dawned on you yet?"

"Uh, yeah. Every night before I go to freaking sleep, I tell myself, 'Yep. One month until you snuff it.'" Sarah sarcastically sneered, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"You could start by just praticing useful spells, like Stunning Spells and that sort of stuff," Harry suggested. Sarah shrugged, and yawned.

"I don't wanna study. Studying is for losers."

"Whatever you say," Ron remarked at the same time Harry muttered "'S your funeral..."

"Let's go study, I bet Hermione has loads of spellbooks," Ron decided for the group, snatching Sarah's arm and dragging her to Hermione's housing, with Harry following behind with his hands in his pockets.

"But I hate to study!" Sarah protested.

Barely glancing back, Ron snapped "You'll study if I have to force the book down your throat!"