Selcouth
(Adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvellous
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Y/n Thompson, a strange girl, she was definitely out of the ordinary. Having to live with her aunt that hated her and knowing that her lif...
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A/N: all characters belongs to J.K Rowling except the ones I make: Y/n, Marge, Jasmine, Lucas. If you want I can make a chapter for the introduction of my character. ~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER ONE- a n u n e x p e c t e d v i s i t
Y/n was half awake when her aunt shouted at her from downstairs "Get down here now! The food isn't making itself"
She had lived with her aunt and her daughter ever since she could remember.
They died when Y/n was just a newborn, she was never allowed to ask questions about her parents.
Y/n never really understood why, there weren't a lot of pictures of her mom and jasmine when they were young, only one, and out from how happy her mother looked, she couldn't imagine why her aunt didn't want to tell her.
It could be because Y/n aunt and the whole family hated her, or everyone except Lucas.
Suddenly she remembered, it was her birthday today. Y/n turned eleven today, not that anyone in the family would remember, only her cousin Lucas, but Jasmine sent him to boarding school.
But it was still nice that she turned eleven, instead of plain boring ten. Y/n didn't know why, but she just hated the number ten.
She rushed down the stairs and saw that her aunt and cousin glared at her when Y/n reached the kitchen.
"You're late!" Jasmine's voice was strident, unpleasant and loud to listen to.
Y/n smiled nicely to them but when they weren't looking she glared at them. "Yeah, I know. I overslept" Y/n's voice sounded like something softly mixed with an annoyed tone.
Y/n watched as Marge crossed her arms and smirked cruelly. "That's no excuse, right mom?"
Y/n knew that Jasmine adored her daughter, but she couldn't understand why, the truth was that Marge was like a living monster.
Y/n felt that Marge's favourite thing to do was thinking of ways that would make her life more miserable
Y/n's aunt opened her mouth to say something and a sweet but grumpy sound "Right sweetie, now hurry up before you break came out something else" Y/n sighed, her aunt hadn't forgotten about y/n's accident. One time at school she got so mad at her teacher that the teacher blew up.
Two months ago was the last time something like that happened, Y/n was just glaring at the back of her aunt's hair because she was mad at her.
Then suddenly at the end of Jasmine's hair was lit on fire, everyone freaked out and Y/n's uncle ran to the bathroom to find a bucket and filled it with water.
