Not Your Usual Cliche Story

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I'm attempting to write a story that avoids the usual cliches and would love if you left me a comment.

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Chapter 1: Through the Eyes of Kenton Brady.

Kenton Brady

Revanclaw 6th year.

Shit Happens. There is no truer, not a more important piece of wisdom than that. Trust me, I’m a Ravenclaw, I know. That is also the reason why I’m covered in green slime and I rather not know what the slime is. Some questions are better left unanswered and this is one of them.  Just like when a Slytherin asks what he should to the Muggleborn 1st year. If you have any brain cells working for you, you keep your mouth shut. Under no circumstances you tell the Slytherin to let the kid go, ESPECIALLY if they are in a group and you’re alone. Bad move, my friends.

Unfortunately, I tend to lack on the common sense department (according to my friends) which makes me open my mouth when I really shouldn’t. Yeah, I was the kid telling the future Death Eaters of Britain to let the Muggleborn go and the one who has to walk down three floors in order to get to the Hospital Wing while covered in this sticky and slightly smelly slime. “Nice color, Brady” I wipe my face to see who dares to make fun of me. “Stupid Gryffindors” I try to glare but the slime coming down my forehead might get into my eyes so I chose a better strategy. “Thanks a lot, Voss” I smile pat him on the back making sure to get as much slime on his robes as I can while smiling innocently before continuing my walk of shame.

This is just another morning in the life of Kenton Brady. You know, I used to be cool. I was on the Basketball team, went to parties, had a girlfriend. I blame Priscilla for destroying my life. Her stupid obsession with Harry Potter books and that stupid wand of hers and-  “Are you ok, Kenton?” I jumped back wiping my face from the never ending slime. “You’re mumbling again” Alice smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, because no one notices the slime I’m covered in, it’s always the mumbling” I shrugged and she laughed. “You need to stop messing with the Slytherins” She began to walk with me along the hallway. “You mean Potter and his wife?” I smirk and she grins. “Them too or you can always get bodyguards” She suggests ignoring the looks we receive from the other students. “I’m already a loser, Alice. No need to rub it in” I opened the door to the Hospital Wing and she walks in with me. “You’re not a loser and you know they harass everyone, not just you” She began to lecture me but I stop her. “I know” Honestly, what the hell was Dumbledore thinking when he made Potter Headboy? I know from the books that the Marauders were bad but that’s not even half, the book doesn’t do them justice. As much as it pains me to say it, I hate them almost as much as Snape. They go around pranking everyone for no reason and when I say everyone I mean it. I’ve seen first years running away crying from the feast and the first year was in Gryffindor.  Sadly no one stands up to them other than Slytherins and they are not nice either. It’s like a war to see who can humiliate more people and the rest of the school is stuck in the middle of it. No, there’s Lily Evans as well but we all know Potter is getting to her and they need Harry Potter to destroy Voldemort so we can’t just feed him to the Acromantulas.

Once again, curse you Priscilla and your stupid Harry Potter obsession that somehow got us stuck inside the books. If I ever get back home I’m burning every Harry Potter book I can find. The least she could do was to send us to the correct time but no, we had to end up in nineteen seventy seven. I hate you Priscilla! “Kenton, you’re doing it again” I sigh only to realize the slime is gone. “I’m clean!” I hug Madam Pomfrey and Alice. “No more green slime!” They both laugh. “YES!” I really need to pay more attention, I hadn’t noticed when Madam Pomfrey saved me from the never ending slime, I didn’t even notice she was in the room.