Fred Weasleys Girlfriend
Hello my name is Lilly. I’m a student currently living in Texas. I love writing and Fred Weasley
Fred Weasleys Girlfriend
Hello my name is Lilly. I’m a student currently living in Texas. I love writing and Fred Weasley
Hello my name is Lilly. I’m a student currently living in Texas. I love writing and Fred Weasley
Hello my name is Lilly. I’m a student currently living in Texas. I love writing and Fred Weasley
Math class. The most common boring place in the history of anything ever. I opened the door just as the bell rang and sat down in the back row next to some emo kid. I looked up at the chalk board. Yipee, we’re learning the quadratic formula!
I didn’t know what half the stuff written on the board meant. It didn’t even look like English. I spun my pencil around in my fingers as my teacher went on and on about the quadralatic equation or whatever the hell it was called. I kept looking up at the clock only to see that it had been 1:30 the entire five years I had been in here. My teachers voice faded into the background as I thought “Gosh, this is so freaking boring, I want to rip all my hair out!”
None of what she was saying made sense and I could tell everyone else in the class agreed. Except for that one smart kid who sat in the front of the class practically inhaling all of our teachers words like that emo kid was secretly inhaling his flavored air. I glanced at the clock again. 1:37. “Come on man!”
I woke up to the slight smell of smoke. “I probably nothing,” I thought “the neighbors are probably making barbecue or something.” I was only half awake and for some reason the neighbors making barbecue at eleven at night made sense. I turned over and fell into a deep slumber. I awoke again to the sound of loud crackling from outside of my room. I got out of bed wondering what could be making the noise. I walked around thinking in a dazed state for about ten minutes till reality hit me like a semi truck. “Fire!” I panicked and ran towards my door. I tried to open it but as soon as I touched the handle I withdrew my hand in pain. The fire must have been outside my door. I look d around for another way out, sweating from both fear and the heat of the growing fire. I unlocked my window and pulled on it as hard as I could but it wouldn’t budge. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that there were no other exits. I screamed as loud as I could desperately hoping that my neighbors could hear me but I knew it was know use. The fire alarms blared in my ears futther reassuring me that I was going to burn to death and get cooked like a thanksgiving turkey. “At least the devil will get a nice home cooked meal.” The fire got louder and louder, hotter and hotter till I felt like I was in an oven. I must have been surrounded on all the interior walls. “My phone!” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought to call 911, the smoke must have gotten to my head. I looked in my drawer and then my counter and felt all of my new found hope drain from my body like the fire had burned it down. I looked out my window and saw that a fire truck. One of my neighbors must have called the fire department. I was so relieved I couldn’t put it into words. “ I’m saved.” I sobbed loudly. I could hear the muffled voices of the fire fighters. I needed them to find me so I screamed as loud as I had ever screamed in my entire life. They seemed to have heard it because the start moving towards my door. I sat and waited for what seemed like forever till I heard a knock on the door and a voice that could only be one person… my father! “Oh no oh no oh no.” I had stopped contacting him three years ago after a huge fight, I didn’t even think he knew where my house was. “Is anyone in hear?” He repeated after I didn’t respond to the first time. I considered not answering at all in fear of seeing my dad but finally I came to my senses and answered. “Yes.” He kicked down the door and the look on his face told me that he recognized me too. We just stared at each other in shock. He then picked me up and started running out of the room. The fire burned my skin as we cut through it. I tried my hardest not to cry in front of him but the pain was over bearing almost as over bearing as the silence. I finally couldn’t take it anymore “thank you so much.” He didn’t reply, just a glance and a smile. I saw a tear silently slide down his smoke covered face leaving a steak of tan skin behind. We got to the kitchen and saw that the wall was entirely blocked off by debris and flames. I looked at him and he looked back down at me, more tears trickling from his eyes. “I love you dad, I’m so sorry.” “It’s ok.” We looked at each other one last time. He dived over the ruins, me in his arms and managed to get me right in front of the door. I glanced back to see him but all I could see was fire. He was gone. Forever. He sacrificed his life to save mine… after all I did.
“Omg it’s so hot in here.” Sofia was yelling at me from upstairs in her room. “What did you say?” I said while running up the stairs. “It’s soooo hot in here. “Oh, well why don’t you just turn in the AC.” She looked at me confused and I just stood there thinking if I spoke in English or not. Then I dawned on me, she had never used air conditioning! I guess they weren’t that common from where she was from. It was still weird that after five months of being an exchange student that she hadn’t figured out how to change the house temperature. “What is an AC?” I grabbed her hand without responding and dragged her downstairs. I put her in front of the kitchen wall and pointed at the AC controlling thing. “This is a AC.” I smiled at the thought that i finally knew something she didn’t. “And what do you do with it?” She replied looking at the buttons like they were aliens. “Your press the up button to make the house warmer and the down button to make it cooler.” My grin grew wider as I saw her staring at it again. “We don’t have these in the UK.” “ I didn’t assume so considering your facial expressions.” She glanced at me only to go back to her staring contest with the air conditioning a second later. She looked like she had just fallen in love with the way she pressed the buttons, so much more gentle than when she punched me in the stomach earlier. “ I’ll leave you two love birds alone,” I said as I walked out of the kitchen feeling like I had intruded on their first date!
I recognized his eyes as soon as he walked through the door. I froze. I couldn’t do this right now. “ No no no no no no no no, this can’t be happening.” In a panic I grabbed a frying pan and held it like a baseball bat. “Well hello there Darla, long time no see.” His voice was the same deceitful one I heard the many years before. “Your supposed to be in prison why the hell are you at my house!” “Oh, you know, just to check up on you after all these years, perhaps to see the lovely long lasting trauma I gave you.” His piercing grey eyes were staring into my soul as though he was taking a look at my brain to see what I was thinking. I began backing away slowly towards my phone, hoping to call the police. “ I felt his strong grip as he’d pulled my arm and turned me in the opposite direction. “What do you think you’re doing.” “ Calling the cops, I’ve had enough of your company.” “ How pathetic, you really think I’m dumb enough to stand here and wait while you call the cops.” My heart was pounding. My palms were sweaty. I hadn’t a clue of what to do now.
“Come on, don’t pretend it’s not nice having me here, like two friends being reunited.” “You tried to kill me,” I screamed so loud my own ears were ringing. He looked very disoriented and I took that to my advantage. I slipped out of his grip and ran to my kitchen where I took out a knife. He was right behind me and I was right out to stab him. I raised the knife in my hand and started lowering it above his chest. The whole time he was watching me intently like a child with a television. The knife was so close to his chest, I was inches away from finally getting payback. But he caught it. It cut his hand horribly but he didn’t seem even a slight bit phased. I looked at him with the type of fear in my eye that I had only had the last time we met. He yanked the knife out of my hand and I let him, he didn’t even pull hard, I was just so frozen in fear that I didn’t even try to resist. Then, all at once I felt a stabing pain in my left arm. I looked down and realized that I was, in fact, being stabbed. I pulled my arm off the knife sobbing hysterically as the already excruciating pain worsened. I grabbed a tooth pick off my my counter with my remaining hand and poked him in the eye.
I made a run for it and left out my open apartment door and into to corridor. I noticed after running for a while that he wasn’t chasing me. “That can’t be right,” I thought “ He couldn’t have just stopped chasing me. I didn’t have time to stand and ponder. I started running again and left out the building door. People in the lobby gazed at me in utter horror as they saw the trail of blood and then in disgust as they saw the source. I didn’t care. All that matter was that I was alive. I turned the corner into an ally way to catch my breath. “I ok.” “I’m still alive and he’s not behind me.” Then I heard footsteps. “Oh lord, I’ve jinxed it.” I turned around and, just what I had expected, he was right there. “How is this possible?!” “ if he hadn’t been behind me the entire time how did he catch up so fast?” It was over. He was right there and I didn’t have any energy left, I didn’t have a phone and there wasn’t a single person in the block.
I used my last ounce of energy to jump over the fence in hopes of delaying my death if only by seconds. God had heard my prayers because right there, right in front of me was a cop. I ran to him scream and talking as fast as I could before my killer could catch up. When he finally did jump the fence the cop shot him in an instant. I saw his body go limp and he fell to the floor, kitchen knife in hand. After all these years of fearing he was gone. He couldn’t hurt me anymore. I closed my eyes and passed out from blood loss, becoming unafraid for the first time since I was eight.
January 5th
Today was average. The only thing good that happened was when I saw him. Gosh he’s so hot. When I saw him in the hall today I instantly got butterflies. I know he’ll never like me, I mean I never even got his name but omg I would burn for him!
January 5th
Today was amazing. I bumped into this beautiful girl at school. When I saw her my heart skipped a beat, she was so pretty. I really like her but I don’t know how to ask her out. It’s no use anyway, I know she’ll never like me.
January 5th
Today was terrible. I saw the guy I had liked for years bump into some other girl in the hall today. She was so pretty and I could see him blush the moment he saw her. I’ve been trying to get his attention for years but now he likes someone else. What do I do?
I stared at the ceiling then down again at my hospital bed. Every time I looked at was a reminder of the looming deadline of my expiration. It’d been three months since the incident and though I had lived longer than expected, my time was soon to come. As I lay there I could almost feel the cold grip of Thantanos as he tried to rip my soul from my body. As far as I knew, hades himself would walk in any moment and personally escort me to the bowls of underworld. I was scared of death, scared of what would happen but at this point I would rather leave than be here in this prison cell of a hospital. I could hear the blood pressure monitor beeping to notify the doctors that it was dangerously low. My vision slowly faded and with it went the sliver of hope I had left that I would survive and make it out of here. The beeping got more and more muffled as my hearing slipped away into the hands of the after life. The last thing to go was the feeling of the scratchy hospital gown on my skin. I could hear voices except they weren’t through my ears. I felt a sort of relief as a felt my soul slowly ascend leaving my body down on earth I glanced back with recently renewed vision and said goodbye one last time.
Leaves crunched under my feet as a walked along the path. A harsh breeze hit my face like cold sandpaper. I hated it. I hated everything about this, about anything really. Another breeze, this time blowing leaves up off the side walk. But it was different, I was sure of it. The breeze’s kept coming, each feeling slightly off. Then it all stoped. The wind was gone. A thick and sudden wall of fog settled around me making it difficult to see more than six feet ahead. Out of the corner of my eye I thought saw something, a black figure of some sort. I didn’t want to look back. It couldn’t have really been there. “I’m going mental.” I kept walking with an uncomfortable sense that I was being watched. Then I saw it again and this time I was sure it was real. I black and slender figure, almost like a shadow moved past me. I stood there frozen, in fear, in shock, in utter disbelief. I tried to talk but it was as if the fog was choking me making it impossible to make even the slightest sound. I felt a chill down my back spreading from one area of my body to the next like a cold breath. I turned around and saw the figure right behind me. It slowly placed a long, slender finger on my lips. I started into its hollow soulless eyes. As I faced it I could feel all of the warmth I had left drain from my body. I looked around, still not fully comprehending the situation and noticed that we were not alone. About fifty of them stood behind us, watching, waiting.