10 Reasons To Hate Being a Teenager

10 Reasons To Hate Being a Teenager

Reason Two:

You're not an adult yet, either

Author's Note: Behold, chapter two. Of course, most of the time, I agree with Simple Plan. I don't wanna be told to grow up.

-X-

"But, we won't be studying in Hogsmeade!" Lena cried.

"That's kind of the point, dude," Scarlett said.

"Well, you're going to get alcohol."

"No, dude, two words: straight edge."

Lena groaned.

"No drugs, alcohol, tobacco, or meat for me. It kills you slowly… or quickly, you know, with like hardcore drugs?"

"Sometimes… I just want to kick her?" Lena said to me, phrasing it more like a question than a statement. Scarlett was odd.

"Luna, dude, you going to Hogsmeade?"

Is it obvious that she's claimed "dude" as "her word"?

"Oh yes, I want to search for Wackspurts near Madame Puddifoots."

Lena snorted.

"Sweetness. Sometimes it really does look like those kids have their brains turned off."

Did I say that Scarlett was odd? I mean insane. I can't understand what she says half of the time.

"Are you going?" Luna's attention was turned to me.

"Uhm, I'm not sure, Lena's trying to drag me to the library, and…"

"You're going," Lena said. "I said that I wasn't, but you are."

This was one of her evil plots.

-X-

"Have you ever wanted a tattoo?" Scarlett asked.

I was stuck, in Hogmeade, with two completely insane girls. And not like Cho Chang insane, either.

"Uhm…"

"What are those?"

"Well, they're ink, like embedded into your skin, though some tribes long ago used to like, seriously carve out their skin instead of just inking themselves… I think only some of them did that, though," she added at my horrified expression. She grinned. "I want a cross, on my ankle, and an 'X' on my hand."

"Why would you do that?" Luna asked.

"No alcohol. Not even Butterbeer. But for now, the X is just Sharpie." She looked down at her right hand, disappointed. "And I'm running out."

"We've been at school for two months," I commented, dryly.

"Well, yeah, but, dude, if Umbitch saw a big black X on my hand, she'd give me so much hell… so, you know, I keep a supply of hand sanitizer in my bag, to wash it off if I see her. That happens too often… I had like ten Sharpies and now I'm down to two, because the ones that didn't wear out were stolen by the evol, and yes, I said it like with an 'o' on purpose, Michael Corner."

"…I thought you got along with him?" I questioned.

"Not when he steals my Sharpies. Not even my cat can steal my Sharpies."

"What does Corner do with your Sharpies?" I asked.

"He probably sniffs them."

"That sounds like it would hurt," Luna said, gravely, "and I thought you didn't abuse animals."

"Dude, Luna, Sharpies are markers, not animals."

"Maybe the Muggle kind."

Scarlett just shrugged.

"I hate this," I muttered, spotting a Daily Prophet.

"Hogsmeade or something else?"

"The Daily Prophet acting like nothing's gone wrong, like You-Know-Who isn't back, and like Cornelius Fudge isn't just like Neville Chamberlain. If I were Minister of Magic, or even editor of that blasted paper, I'd tell people what was really going on."

"I believe Harry, too," Luna said.

"Obviously I do, too. I mean, dude? Cedric? Cool. Harry? Totally not a murderer. And Moody wasn't even the real dude last year. Add that together and you get a resounding: Voldemort is back you ignoramuses!"

"Scarlett, people are staring," I muttered.

"Dude, that was my intention. Now, for some Wackspurt searching."

I shook my head. If I had any influence over the Minister or the Prophet, or the WWN, I'd let them know that You-Know-Who was back.