Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognize…I only wish I did. All I own is Zachary James and Annabella Rivers.
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Dear Diary,
Okay that bloody annoying owl returned both of our responses and I really don't think this is a joke anymore. Zach is still as pissed as a leprechaun on St Patrick's day so I haven't show him it yet; Last time I showed him my English assignment when he was this drunk he somehow managed to slur out "What a beautiful picture" before ripping it up and saying something that sounded oddly like "Snow". The paper went absolutely everywhere and Zach just muttered "This is what I get for dreaming of a white Christmas" I could have killed him, but I settled for a kick to the shins.
But enough about that, the new letter says that Albus Dumbledore – What the fuck? – Will be coming to show us around Diagon Alley – Once again, what the fuck? – Tomorrow. Great, just great. Zach had better have sobered up by then. I have no idea what I'm gonna do if he isn't. Prop him over a toilet I suppose, so he can get the alcohol out of his system. The least I can do, I suppose. If I really have been accepted into this school and this isn't just some big joke, then what? What will happen then? I mean, this is like a whole new chance for me.
I showed mum the letter before but all she said was "Don't fuck it up this time by telling them you're a dyke" Loving words from a loving parent. I get that a lot. Oh well, I'll live with it I suppose. Anyways I read that other letter but all it said was "Every student must be equipped with: 1 Standard size 2 pewter cauldron, and may bring if they desire either an owl, cat or a toad" Hmm so much for my pet snow leopard named spot. Hahahaha nah I'm only kidding.
But I still don't get this. Me, Annabella Rivers, magical? Yeah right, somehow I think they've gotten the wrong girl. I can't even cook 2 minute noodles let alone brew a potion. Oh man, all this thinking is hurting my head. I wonder if Zach and I will be in the same classes. I had better go, Diary, I think Zach may be sobering up and I don't want him to puke all over my bed. Or my floor. Or anywhere else for that matter. Not after last time.
Annabella Rivers
Later That Night
Dear Diary,
Two hours later and Zach is still leaning over the toilet. It's like one in the morning and mum's gone out. Probably to buy some more vodka after Zach downed her last bottle. Arghh, now I feel sick from listening to Zach chuck up. Bloody hell. He's only got another seven hours to stop chucking up and get dressed before that Albus guy gets here. This oughta be good. I'm gonna be sitting on my bed pissing myself laughing. Anyways I reckon that this is just way too whacked out.
If I told anyone they'd think I was smoking crack. Not that they don't think that already, but I do have a least a shred of dignity left to my name. Only one shred, but still it's something. Anyway I have unexpectedly found myself looking forward to this. I mean, this is a new chance in a world that doesn't see me as just a dyke. Who wouldn't want that? Nobody, that's who. Not even someone as stubborn as me. Well, Diary, I'd better go. Zach is calling for me and I have a feeling he's really sick now. I'll try to write later if I don't crash on my bed first.
Annabella Rivers
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