The Book Of Lies [Editing]

Chapter 9 -- Harry Potter

Chapter 9 – Harry Potter

 

Note: Short I know sorry working on Blue Skies and working on the rest of the plot! Hope I won’t disappoint you all c:

 

Alora’s P.O.V.

I sat there with my arms around my knees for my longest time. My tears clung to my face in this brisk weather, making me shiver violently. Was it because of the cold that I was shivering, or simply because I was crying?

A hand rested on my shoulder and I instinctively jumped back a little. Looking up, I realized it was a concerned Charlie. Well, he shouldn’t be. It’s none of his business, and may I add that this very boy was the reason for a lot of chaos in my life right now!

I squinted my eyes at him, almost as if glaring, and then I stood up without drying my tears or attempting to stop crying. He didn’t get up from his position, so I looked down at him one final time before beginning to run home.

The winter breeze stung my cheeks and whipped my hair, but I didn’t care. Tears were brimming my eyes from the cold and from my memory of me being an emotional wreck. I had to get home before he even got the slightest idea of following me. Wait, why was I so worried about him? I should be more worried about seeing anyone I know on the streets. Obviously I didn’t want anyone to see me in this ghastly state.

Pure luck. Destiny’s just playing with me now, isn’t she?

I had bumped into Claire Matthews, resident blondie. Sure she wasn’t particularly the dumb blonde type of the mean blonde type but she was the popular blonde type. She was nice and she was smart, so on top of that, popularity basically gave her everything she wanted. Even the number one blue ribbon for the annual sports day. Even the golden certificate for best writer. Even the miniature copper trophy for best singer. Even the position for head cheerleader.

I know I’m probably coming off as a stuck up right now, but did she deserve all the awards, friends, praise, and beauty? She had basically been my rival for years, ever since she won that chocolate bar for best painting in Ms. Vinson’s first grade class. Boy, can I hold a grudge, but to be fair, she competed with me with other things on other grade levels too.

Back to reality.

“Are you okay, Alora?”

Don’t play sweet and innocent with me, Claire. Who know what evil could be lurking behind those sky blue eyes and shampoo commercial blonde hair. At least I managed to mumble “Mmf I’m fine.” before pushing her away to get to my house.

Claire lived several blocks away from me, almost a whole neighborhood away, but close was close. When I was younger I could see her huge birthday parties with clowns and balloons and cake and bouncy castles all the way from my house. I of course, was never invited to any such thing.

“Are you sure? Because I could walk you home if you want. Is your house far?”

Hah, isn’t this a cruel joke. After so many years, she’s telling me she doesn’t know where I live? That’s funny, but don’t expect me to actually believe that nonsense.

“Can you just mind your own business for once in your damn life, Claire?! Not everyone wants you around!”

Claire stood there, frozen and mouth open. She looked down so her hair covered her face, but not before I caught a glimpse of a tear falling into the snow.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

She then ran into the direction of her house, and I continued my way to mine, since my eyes were still tinged red and blood shot from crying.

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“But MooOOOooooOOooOOOOooommm!”

“Fine Alora. Maybe you can stay in from school for one day. But only one day, do you hear me? I want you all better tomorrow unless  you somehow caught a serious flu or the new plague.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“I’m going off to work now, so behave yourself. Not too much television and call me if you need any sort of assistance.”

As she closed the door with a click, my smile widened. I waited until I heard her car back out of the driveway and I jumped off my bed.

Nothing more like some good old music blasting from an ancient stereo to make a broken hearted girl feel better. I sighed and slumped back in my bed, since there wasn’t anything much to do around herer anyways. I sat in bed and flipped through the channels, finding nothing more cheerful to lighten my mood.

I searched through our movie collections, and I didn’t really turn up with anything decent. That is, until I found the ultimate get better movie series…

Harry Potter!

I slipped the DVD in and clicked play. Nothing like some good old Harry Potter to cheer a girl up. I watched three (around eight hours of film) of the Harry Potter collection when I slowly  and steadily began to fall asleep.

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Rubbing my eyes, I yawned then continued to rub my temples. Major headache.

I need some cheering up, What was I doing before I fell asleep?

I can’t exactly remember.

Oh right, nothing more to cheer a girl up than listen to some of my music! I looked over at my stereo and realized it was already on the last track. Strange.

Maybe some movie watching will help. Hm. No good movies on T.V. apparently.

After searching through my movie collection, I found jackpot! Harry Potter!

I suddenly grabbed my head as a jolt of pain struck it. What was up with this freakish headache?

Suddenly, I felt very, very sleepy.