Ordinary

{Chapter One}

I was normal. But what is normal? Is normal being bullied? Is normal being abused? Is normal being one of "those" teenagers? No, normal is the students who just don't give a shit. Normal is those students who keep there grades up. Normal is... lonely. Right? No. I know for a fact the normal isn't lonely. Normal is... just normal. Your not weird. Your not popular. Your somewhere in between.

I was known as Lerd, a very "ingenious" name that my fellow students came up with, by day. A combination of Loser, and Nerd. Can't they just make up their damn mind? But by night... when all the party's were happening, when everyone was drunk, and wouldn't remember anything of the night before,  I would party like it was the end of the world. And due to this... tactic of mine, People called me Trash. Not in a rude. But like, I trashed the party. 

So yeah, I guess I am normal. At least during the day. But once the sun hits dawn, it's like it never happened. During the night, if I go to a party, everyone goes. But during the day, If I even take one look at the popular teens, it doesn't go well. I even have the scars to prove it. But one thing I don't understand, is why they forget. Why do they think i'm someone that i'm not during the day? Is it my grades? I don't know anymore. I gave up a while ago on trying to figure it out. 

But, I don't just live a double life. I live a triple life. A life full secrets, not to be shared. A life no one should have to live. A life where you live to your parents and everyone who knows you. A life J.K. Rowling released in her so called Harry Potter Franchise.  A life of Wizards and Witches hidden away. The only thing different, is we are rare. And, there is no harry potter, Hermione Granger, or Ron Weasley. And we do not, live in harmony. The Witches and Wizards are mortal enemy's. Wizards want domination, so I've been told. Witchs want harmony. 

And, to top it off, nobody, nobody, likes that I like to write. My mothers point of view on it is to grow up and get a life. Because writing isn't good enough for her. My fathers, he used to support me. That was before he got in a fight with my mother because of it. "She can't keep her head in papers for the rest of her life, John! Stop encouraging her!" She had said. The only one who did approve, was english teacher. But I know that if she hadn't chosen that job, she wouldn't.

So, this is my story. And it's not one of the happily ever afters. It's full of pain, and suffering, and heartache. But it's also full of love. And hope. Hope that one day, I will be accepted. 

So, pull up a stool. Or chair. Or bean bag. And some tissues. Because this story, is not all happiness. This story, is also not anger. This, is a love story.

The love story, that no one, no one, was supposed to know. The love story, of Elisha Evans. And Finn Wolfhard. The love story of a Writer and Actor. The love story of a Witch and Singer, that no one was supposed to know.

Word Count: 504

(A/N: Hello Loves! Please give me so feedback in the comments. I'm dying to know what you think of my introduction to Elisha. Oh! By the Elisha is said the same way as Elijah. Just if anyone didn't know that.... Anyway, hope your enjoying, loves! Bye!)

~Rose