Second Chances~ Harry Potter

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I am a horrible person. I've lied, cursed, cheated, stolen, done things I regret. I've had horrible things happen to me, things I've deserved and things I haven't. I've seen horrible things happen to good people. I've seen good things happen to horrible people. Life is weird like that.

I hate people. I do. I'll admit it, but I don't, if that makes sense. Some people are horrid, granted. But on the other end of the spectrum, there are some amazing people. I like to think I'm in the middle. I've never set fire to an orphanage, but I've never rescued orphans from a burning building.

What I'm trying to say is no one, no matter how horrible, deserves to be looked at as if they're a lesser. That, in my opinion, is the worst thing possible.

I hate Maggie, but I hate that she faces my worst fear everyday. I know why she does what she does to who she does it to; it's obvious. She thinks she isn't good enough. She thinks she has to prove it to her perky, plastic friends. But, she doesn't have anything to prove.

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my father wasn't married to someone else. I wonder what it would be like if he actually acknowledged me as a child. Then, I stop wondering. I would be exactly like Maggie; insecure, naive and clawing my way to the top of the social pyramid. I don't want that. I like who I am. I just pity Maggie because our father is the difference between us and I can't help but thank him for ignoring me.

Ellie sat the old, bound notebook on the small table that stood beside her bed. She sighed inwardly, her mind drifting away from what she had just written. As she drifting in her thoughts, she watched the sun rising, signaling early morning. Her phone buzzing beside her drew her from her thoughts.

"Hello?" She answered

"Hey, shit head." The voice answered back.

"Hey, Bailey." Ellie laughed into the phone.

"Hey, sweetie."

"Aw, someone's missing me." Ellie laughed.

"No shit." Bailey retorted with a smirk obvious in her voice. "You're the only one in this shit whole of a town I didn't want to set on fire."

"I'm honored." Ellie responded, setting up and crossing her legs. "But what the hell do you want? It's like nine in the morning."

"I wanted to spend time with the most amazing person in the world." Bailey said, brining a smile to Ellie's face. "But she was busy so I called you."

"Ass wipe." Ellie snorted, glancing at the sky out her window.

"I'm kidding, you sensitive fucker." Bailey responded. "But seriously, bro, get your ass to Charleston as soon as possible. All the plastic hoes are getting to me. I actually wore a skirt yesterday." There was panic in her voice.

"You're a lying bastard."

"Well, yes." She said. "But still get your ass here. Meet me at the Town Center so we can shop like a pair of fuckers."

"Gotta check with my mom." Ellie responded, already on her feet and digging through her dresser for a decent shirt.

Bailey snorted in Ellie'a ear. "Mom loves me, El." She stated. "If she denies you my presence I will drive out there and kick her booty."

"I doubt that."

"Yeah." Bailey said with a laugh. "I'm on lock-down. No car for me until I move out."

"So never?" Ellie said, pulling on a pair of fading, tight jeans.

"Correcto!" Bailey exclaimed, causing Ellie to laugh and shake her head.