Taylor Jackson

Chapter: 8

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I KNOW IM A VERY tERRIBLE PERSON FOR LEAVING THE STORY LIKE THIS FOR ALMOST A YEAR, BUT YANNO SHIT HAPPENS. I promise that I will update more and if you want me to update faster, please just leave a message on my board telling me to hurry my ass up cause in all honesty, i suck, so please remind me. 

I HAVE AlSO MADE SOME CHANGES TO THE PLOT AND I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO MAKE THE INTIRE STORY ONE BOOK BECAUSE ALL THE DETAILS WOULD ADD UP BETTER AND lets face i don't update the often to write seven books. I also changed the title and the the cover let me know what you think! ;)

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Taylor's Pov

I'm not afraid to admit that I slept through my alarm....and Hermione trying to wake me up. She said that she even slammed books in my ear.....yeah I'm really proud of my sleeping habits. What finally got me up was Lavender (I met all the girls in my dorm room) splashing a cold glass of water in my face.

Willing to be wet when I got up, I sat up and glared at Hermione. "What was that for?!"

"I had to get you up somehow." She stated plainly. "You have ten minutes to breakfast."

I sat there for a moment processing what she just send. "...TEN MINUTES!!"

"Yes." She says sternly. "Now get your arse going Taylor!"

I shoot out of bed and run around doing all the nessisary things you do in the morning, except one difference. I now have to put on a Hogwarts uniform. While walking down the stairs to the common room to meet Hermione, I trip on the last step and ran smack dab into a person and and knock them over.

"Oh my cheese, I'm am so sorry dude." I say, extending my hand out to help him up.

"Its ok!" He took my hand and I hoisted him up. His red hair flashed, and the brown eyes looked really familiar.

"I'm Fred!" He said breaking the silence between us.

"I'm Taylor. Nice to meet you." I send a small smile his way.

"You're American?"

"As American as they come!" I say, awkwardly. As my mind is saying, Really that's what you come up with? 'As American as they come'? Lord Zeus please just kill me now...

He laughs. "Well I got to go George is waiting for me...but I'll talk to you again sometime!"

"Okay! See ya then!" I smile.

"See ya!" He walks off.

I sigh and head over to Hermione, who was watching from a distance. "Well that went well..."

"Gods I'm terrible with people! Why am I even in Britain! BRITAIN! I'm all the way over the ocean! No where close to home!"

"Taylor! Calm do-" Hermione tried to say before I interrupted.

"I. Will. Not. Calm. Down!" I snap. "Hermione! I'm in BRITAIN! It's so different from America! We have litter literally everywhere we we go! Our government is in a election crisis right now and-AND we're practically Canada's underwear and the Rocky Mountains are practically the poop stain! All we eat there is fast food and shit the will being or chance of survival down and or weight up! If that happens then I won't be able to fight Leo anymore! Gah! Now I want a hamburger! Did I mention I mention I fight?"

Hermione seemed like she was about to say something, but she was interrupted by laughing behind me. "So that's what America is like."

I turned around to see the same red head glory that I knocked over standing behind me.