Ali Graves: The Muggleborn (FINISHED)

Chapter 1

It's 7 am and I'm looking at my reflection. My chestnut brown hair, my chocolate brown eyes, my oval face, my kinda thin lips, My long and skinny nose, and my one freckle on the side of my nose. I decide to put my hair in a messy bun. I put on some blue jeans and a zebra print t-shirt. I put on my sandals and I'm ready for the day.
I hear my brother from his bedroom getting ready. I look around my room. My room has dark green paint with sea foam sponge paint on top of it. In the corner farthest from the door is my arcadic computer(which doesn't work because I have no pc tower). I have a mural that my papa painted on one wall.
I finally leave my room and walk into the kitchen
"Hey mom! What's for breakfast," I ask my mom. My mom has dyed her hair a few times but I have her hair color, along with her thin hair, and her eyes.
"We're having the usual eggs, bacon, potatoes, and sausage."
"Mom do we have tortillas," I ask her.
"Yes Ali we have tortillas so you and dad can have breakfast burritos."
My younger and only brother walked into the kitchen wearing a spongebob shirt and some khakis. My brother is 9(at least in this story he is. In real life he is almost 12 and I'm 13.) My brother and I are a year and a half apart.
"Hey Robert! Are you happy that it's the first Sunday of the summer," I ask my only younger sibling. "Yes I am! I can't believe I'm going to be in fourth grade!" (I'm sorry if this isn't accurate for England. I live in America so I have no idea about how the British schooling systems are.) My Dad finally walks in the kitchen and sits down at the table. I'm basically a replica of my dad except he has black hair and hazel eyes.
"Hey daddy," I tell my dad.
Dad yawns and says," good morning Ali!"
"Robert get the mail for me please," asks my dad. My brother
walks out of the house to get the mail. My older sister Rachel walks in. Rachel has brown hair ,like me, and greenish blue eyes. Rachel is actually my half-sister but I love her so much I call her my sister. Rachel is still wearing pajamas. She is 15 years old and actually plays the flute.
"Morning Ali," says Rachel.
My brother then walks in carrying one heavy envelope made of parchment. He hands it to me. The address says:
Ms. A Graves
Second biggest bedroom
92 Oak drive
Manchester
I open it and on the inside it says:
Dear Ms. Graves,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all your needed books and equiptment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours truley,
Minerva Mcgonagall.
I look up from the letter and squeal in excitement. I show my parents the letter.
"Ali! That's wonderful! We have a witch in the family," says both my mom and my dad.