Handling Glass | ✔

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up much happier than the day before. I had a shower and went down stairs to have breakfast. I had decided to give up living under my covers and grow some balls and face life. I knew I was being temperamental yesterday but it was still great. I pushed open the large wooden doors to the grand hall. Silence fell over the hundreds of students who, a minute before, were enthusiastically chatting to each other. Every one of them turned to look at me. Then one of them snickered which led all of them to crack up laughing. I frowned. What the hell was going on? I had to get out of there before I started crying which I was already on the verge of. I quickly turned around and ran out. I had to find Harry or - nope. I automatically thought of going to Harry and Ron but then I had remembered what had happened. As I walked down the lonely corridor I felt like I was in a dream - or a nightmare. Nothing felt real. I didn't know what to do. A bunch of fifth years walked down the corridor and, as soon as they saw me, began doing what everyone else had been previously doing in the grand hall. Laughing at me. I put my head down and continued, speedily down the corridor. I heard the laughs gradually die out. What was I thinking?! I knew I shouldn't have come out of my sleep cave! I could hear more voices coming so I went to the safest and quietest place I could think of. The library. I gave a quick hello to the librarian who I was on close terms with and it seemed like even she was holding in a giggle, or maybe that was just my paranoia setting. Whichever, I quickly advanced, keeping my head down to the little number of people who were in here. I sat down at a table, relieved to be away from it all, even for a little amount of time. I'm not sure I could manage going out to class and I had no idea what I was going to do. If I made a run for it I could sneak back upstairs with out holding too much attention. I sighed and put my head on the table and closed my eyes. What the hell is going on?! I'm tired of this day already. I lifted my head and decided that it would be better to be absorbed in a book than let the haunting thoughts circle round in my head, like they had been doing, for the next hour. I stood up to reach for the closest book on the shelf when something caught my attention. The Daily Prophet was laying on the table next to me and on the front cover it says my name. I'm not surprised by this, like I said, Harry, Ron and I had been getting a lot of attention from the press since the great battle. I sat down again and decided to flip to page 7 that it said it was on. I let out a gasp. All down the page, it was an article about me, going into the most personal things. About how I sucked my thumb until I was about 10 or how I had an imaginary friend until 11. My eyes started welling up. This why everyone was laughing at me, everyone had read it. That's it. My life was officially over. I'm not sure what made me, probably curiosity, but I continued reading the wrecking ball. The whole article was just the writer laughing at me. Further down on the page it was says about how I have a teddy called Voldemort and I would punch it and call it names. I groaned and put my head in my hands, trying to brush away the tears. That's when it dawned on me, there was only one person who knew that secret. I gasped again as I picked up the newspaper. I scanned the article painfully and there they were. Down at the bottom of the page, the four big black words that turned my world upside down; Written By Kyle Smith.

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