Harry Potter:The prisoner of Azkaban.

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All night I didn't sleep thinking and thinking about that letter a and how all this is possible. I can't give myself an explanation of how it's possible that I'm really what I think.

Me? A witch?

How is it possible?

I get out of bed thinking that today I will have to face another horrible day. As soon as I look in the mirror I widen my eyes at that view so roomy and those eyes so dull.

Smile Allison worse than that can't go.

I go to the closet taking the first things I find in front of me, I'm not a person who thinks much about dressing like others I see constantly at school; in fact I wear my usual jeans with a white sweater and a leather jacket. I take my backpack and quickly go down the stairs. As always, my aunt is not there to see that she will surely have gone to help her friend. Yes, because you have to know that my aunt volunteers for homeless people and when she can she always goes to help her and sometimes I went too especially during the Christmas period but that's another matter.

I leave the house walking through the streets that are soaked in the rain and as I walk I feel someone take me by the arm and push me against the wall. Not even the time to scream that he has already put his hand on my mouth preventing me from letting out what little voice I have left noticing that he is the same boy from yesterday who pushed me and looking at him well he is definitely older than me.

«Look, look who's there...» says the black-haired boy showing a mischievous smile. I try to move away but feeling his breath in my ear I understand that he has come closer.

«Where do you think you're going little girl? Mh?» he keeps saying while he removes his hand from my mouth and I hear him pressing against me «You liked giving a show yesterday didn't you?»

«Please....let me go» I beg him feeling my whole body tremble.

Don't panic, Allison.

Everything will be fine.

«Please! Let me go!» monkey trying to imitate my voice and then put a hand on the back of my neck and take my hair in a fist so as to tilt my face towards his.

«Listen to me well, little girl. You play your games with your friends» he says growling at me and seeing that I look down I hear him giggling.

«Oh sorry it's true you don't have any...well do them to your mother» he continues to tell me with that exuberant air and I look at him badly. Right now I'd like to spit in his face and tell him how disgusting he is.

«Oh right you don't even have that, poor thing. I'm so sorry for you. Well....simply be careful because you might expect some really bad things, little girl» he begins, finally, letting go of her hair and then slams me even more against the wall and leaves with a smile on her lips and then leaves me there.

When I see that he's leaving I start breathing slowly while tears slide down my face and I stay there trying to calm down. It had been a while since I cried and now that I couldn't even control them since they flowed like rivers.

I see girls who were watching the scene secretly and noticing that I have seen them change their way and then hear them laugh. All this is disgusting. Right now I would really like to go home and throw myself on the bed and never leave my room again but just because that guy is so stupid I can't show myself weak. I wipe my tears and with a hard look I walk to go to school. If they think they can cut me into a thousand pieces then they are really wrong. They think this is all a game...well then now I'm having fun with them.

I had never felt that power inside me to be so cheeky as to walk along the school path and not look anyone in the face, despite the comments of many, with that confidence that is not from me but maybe I could use my eyes to blind them...maybe by doing so they will not even come to school and it would be a liberation for me.