Chapter 4
I'm actually scared now because I seriously don't know who I am anymore. I still haven't told my friends about my most recent encounter with Malfoy (not that they'd listen) or that I plan on meeting him again tonight.
It's been two weeks since the incident with Malfoy and in those two weeks I've had roughly twelve detentions, been failing in almost all of my subjects and have lost too many friends to count. It's my own fault, I know, but I can't figure out where all this anger is coming from. These past two weeks I have been arguing with teachers, forgetting about homework and I must admit that I've been quite mean to a lot of people.
My first detention was for not doing my Charms homework and my second for telling Professor Flitwick that I purposefully didn't do it because I knew he'd have enough trouble as it is carrying a pile of papers taller than him and I was doing him a little favour. After that they were mainly for hexing people and talking back to teachers but the one I'm most disgusted by is the detention I sat last night and will continue after Christmas.
A Hufflepuff boy accidentally walked into me in the corridor making me drop my books. I recognised him as Tom Gillert, a first year muggleborn. He was actually really nice but I was still really angry for some reason and when he offered to help me pick up my books I just looked at him and said, "don't touch my books, you filthy mud blood" then shoved him right into Professor McGonagall.
She gave me a weeks' worth of detention and made me apologize to the crying boy. I had to do it quickly before anyone caught me crying too. I've never been more ashamed.
And the worst part is that it spread around the school and now I really don't have any friends.
I'd be glad it's Christmas if both Michael and Malfoy weren't staying at Hogwarts this year but sadly they are.
This ought to be fun.