A/N This is about a new girl attendinghogwarts with a dark past and present tbh. She's based on Bessy Buckely. Thanks if you read it and please review if you want more i feel i might have a plot here :) for the first time. Oh and italics mean present thoughts not writng the story because this is the girls book shes writing.

So there I was, outside in the freezing cold. Me my tits and I. And we were soaked.

I remember that first day as vividly as I can the moon, and I do love the moon.

I was standing slight and small affront two humongous wooden doors. At that moment they could of been the gates to hell or the door to my ex boyfriend's, although I'm pretty sure that's the same thing.

Standing near me was a man. I say that but he was the biggest thing I had ever seen. Of course that may be due to my poor childhood and the fact that I never went a zoo, but seriously to me this guy was big. In fact, when we first came to this place I asked him if it was his house. He laughed at me;

'That's a good one, do you know any half giants that can afford a place that holds half the kids in Britain?'

I giggled politely despite my bad mood. That day hadn't been one of my better ones. At that time I was as surly as the next 16 year old, only with my surprising sarcasm and rushed bitterness I had a personality that could be mistaken for that of an 80 year old bachelor. Experiencing a dramatic change of lifestyle didn't make me any more pleasant, but it was a step up from the previous morning;

Now maybe with giants things are different, but people just don't introduce themselves by flapping umbrellas all over the shop and throwing cake everywhere, especially at 3 AM. Of course I was very shocked, and it's understandable that I might have over reacted.

And I should ask him why he had cake.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is he had it coming to him when I poked him in the eye with my cricket bat and then threw a lamp at him.

Despite this bad fist impression on both accounts the day went fairly smoothly from then on, my huge but misunderstood pal kindly explained to me that I must leave my home and job behind and attend a school with over 3000 stuck up twelve year olds. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he told me we would be doing the whole charmed scene and will learn how to levitate rats and whatnot.

Of course I wasn't having any of this. I mean would you? I thought to myself 'I dunno what steroids this guy is on but I'm not having any this'. What in cracks name made him think (apart from crack itself) that I'd believe him when he told me he came from a magic school?

So i told him straight and I waited for him to try and sell me some knock off sunnys or maybe a bit of weed (one art I'd be happy to dabble in) when suddenly he flipped out his crazy brolly and pointed it at my face.

Well what did you expect me to say? Something intelligent that's what.

'Get that out of my face, I am still holding a bat sir and I am very cunning in my youth'

I must if heard that on a John Wayne film...or porn.

'Now kid, don't panic. I'm just going to perform a simple charm on you. You should be fine once you've calmed down'

The Cornish are terribly patronising. That would explain why I wasn't listening.

Is that accent actually cornish?

'Why would you break into my house and try and sell me this? Couldn't this wait until morning?'

'This may startle you…'

'It's a brolly why would it…'

That's when he shot me. It was like something I had never felt before. It wasn't in the world, it wasn't outside it. Almost like when you look in a mirror in a mirror in a mirror, if that makes sense. Which it might if your high.

Now truth be told, I've been around. I have done every drug known to man- from shrooms to speed, ketimin to coke. I have done it all. Now that means i have had ever kind of trip their ever was. Reality is my bitch in other words. But in all my years as user, i had never experienced that feeling. I felt I was an orgasm in a bottle but I felt like I was holding the bottle too, i felt stoned to a point of paralisis. I was comotose with pleasure and it felt so good. I was consciuosly sleeping yet i was moving around, completely aware of the world. It was the most beautiful feeling i had ever expierienced.

Basically I found out what the magical men types do instead of drugs.

And that, and this 'charm' things influence, is what persuaded me to follow him. That giant i mean. In the right state of mind I know things would be different. I know I'd be home right now, and I would have money and maybe a better life. Which is hard with my kind of work, but it's better than what I do now.

So back to the beginning, there I was in front of two huge doors in the pissing rain standing by the BFG himself.

I remember finishing off my cigarette, adjusting my un-supported chest and giving the door a dramatic kick.

If you have ever been stared at by 3000 terrified people then please embrace my pain with yours.

A/N thanks if you read it. Sorry if it can get a little explicit at times. It was written very late so apologies for mistakes and whatnot. Please give me much advice and don't worry flames don't scare me.