1:47 AM (A George Weasley Love Story)

It all started with...a new start, I guess. Or should I say a fresh start? That's the saying isn't it? Or the phrase? Anyways, it all started with the orphanage finding a relative of mine suitable for me to live with. I call him Uncle, but I guess you can call him whatever you like. He's pretty cool.

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"What do you mean you found one of my relatives?! Are they suitable to live with?! Have you people checked his background and records yet?!" I frantically bombarded the secretary with my questions, hoping to leave this hell hole for good. She spoke up after recovering from my outburst, "Well, his records are still being checked, but he seems pretty...neutral. So far, there isn't anything against him. Or for him, really. But don't get your hopes up, sweetheart." She warned me.

Well, it's  too late now, I thought as i raced upstairs to pack my bag, wondering what my long-lost relative looked like, when I heard the first dinner bell.

I quickly ran downstairs, dropping the clothes I had in my hands on the floor. I shoved my way through the kids on the stairs and grabbed a plate and silverware. So...I guess I should tell you more about myself, right? Well, I live in Northeastern America, and I love the beach. I used to go to the beach with my family every year. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person that cries at every reminder of their lost family. I just accept what happens, take care of it, and move on. I'm an orphan in a crappy orphanage full of perverted boys and terrified girls.

I know what you're thinking. So who's the one best friend? I don't have any friends. I don't like any of the people here. Or the people at my school. They are all crappy, stuffy bastards with parents' opinions shoved down their throats. Hopefully they'll choke...I want to choke on Poptarts...That'd be a death worth having...Anywhosies, I lost my immediate family, and I don't really have many others willing to take me in. So now I'm stuck in this crappy orphanage while they look for family members who can take me in.

I raced to grab some food and basically

shoved it down my throat. I wanted to get back to packing as soon as physically possible. I ran back upstairs, shoving a few kids on my way up. The rules are; whoever is here the longest gets the best room. Since I have been here for a few years, I get what is basically the penthouse of the building. I share with a few other girls, but they're tolerable."MACY! What did you do to me?!" Did I say tolerable? Oh no, I meant when they're sleeping. Although, a couple of them do snore...

While I drifted away in my thoughts, Ethel continued yelling at the top of her lungs. "Those were my favorite pair!" I quietly giggled to myself, wishing I had a video camera. Ms. Henley came pounding up the stairs, shouting, "Ethel! Stop yelling! Macy! What did you do?!" My giggling turned into hysterical laughing by the time Ms. Henley flew through the door, panting and flushed. Ethel furiously pointed out our window and Ms. Henley followed her finger to see a pair of lace panties and a cheetah print training bra hanging off the flag pole on the next building. Ms. Henley turned to me, her beady eyes squinted, "What. Did. You. Do." I gave her my best evil face and said, "A magician never tells her secrets." She waddled down the stairs, muttering under her breath, "You'll regret that..." I smiled and turned to Ethel, who was three years older than me even though I towered over her by two inches, and said, "Any comments?" She glared at me and said, "I hate you, Macy Dumbledore. You are the worst being I have ever met in my 15 years of living!" and stormed away.

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So yeah. If you did your math, you would notice that Macy is 11 ;) This chapter is really short, but I'm working on it, okay? I'm a really lazy writer. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Keep being awesome!