31 Day Challenge 2014

So it's December again which means it's time once again for our (SuperBatman4's) 31 day challenge!!!! So encase you've forgotten or haven't seen last years we basically have a writing challenge for every day of December, my favourite last year was day 12: Write a descriptive piece of text about innocent person. Mainly based on image. The catch? It's in terrible grammar. I'm dyslexic so this took half the time everything else took, but anyway everything is ridicules and amusing and fun and just read this thing. I'm pretty sure that anybody can do it, you just need the below tasks for each day which you can type up or pm somebody doing the challenge and ask them to send it (that's what we do) but if you are going to do it please tell SuperBatman4.

So if you want to check out my friends ones they are SuperBatman4 (obviously she made it) and Lonny5789 you should be able to find them in the comments or on my profile page, seriously they are everywhere, and -Caketin- she's doing it too but you won't find her as easly or last years ones if you want to see the full picture. This page was origanly reserved for a list of the challenges but my dear friend SuperBatman4 decided that she shall send us the challenges each day, humph, so without further ado here is day one.

I apologise in advance for my terrible spelling, if I don't edit and the ones I miss.

Starting strong: write yourself into a story, and make yourself fall in love with the person you hate most in real life. Go on, do it.

I have absolutely no idea who I hate most... The list is too long but here we go.

I was walking down the road hands in pockets kicking at random lose stones on the cobbled path when I walked into him the first time. Literarily he ran around the corner and knocked me to the ground, had my hands been free I could have probably saves myself but as I mentioned earlier they where in my pockets and now said pockets were torn and I had torn a hole in my trouser knee, I had liked my leather jacket and those hiking trousers, they were a brilliant excuse to avoid jeans like the plague.

"Hey!" I snapped glaring up at the person who had knocked me to the ground and groaned.

"Sorry oh it's you." he glared back at me and I have to admit if I wasn't seething with rage him glaring down at me might have been a little intimidating.

"Haven't you got somewhere to be Mike? You looked like you were in a hurry." I sneered.

"good observation skills." he retorted dryly. "you should get paid for that." I glared at him before punching myself off the ground and marching away. In the wrong direction but that didn't matter I could take a side street.

Mike was my arch enemy, the bane of my existence. We had hated each other since primary school where we ditched each other for new best friends. He was slippery and bitchy, he would have made a better girl for the amount of gossiping and snide remarks he sent out. Unfortunately, just when I thought I got rid of him he chose all the same classes as me. Every single one, every single time. So now I have to but up with him and I spend much of my life glaring at him. Unfortunately part two everybody else though we worked well together because we would do the work instead of talk to each other and argued about everything and I don't know how it came about but we have a ship name.

Yes we have a ship name.

We have a load of fangirls following us (metaphorically I hope) hoping we'll get together.

We have a ship name.

Mishley. Mike and Ashley.

My life sucks.

Anyway the second time I met him that night was ten minutes later when I was still seething, I take a while to calm down, but I was running down the path about a minute away from my destination when he was shoved out of an ally (what is up with him and ally's) and I stopped dead.

"Leave me alone." he yelled at some unseen horror and I started to feel sorry for him until I remembered that he was Mike and we hated each other.

"Why you're just some hopeless piece of..." a random guy stumbled out into the street and grabbed Mikes shirt before taking a swing at him, one which he easily ducked but I saw his face pale and terror in his eyes when i realised something.

Mike wasn't a demon from another dimension with only hatred and stuff inside of him and was like a dementor or demon or something from another realm. He was human. A sorry excuse for one but human all the same and blood is blood and whatever and I didn't put up with humans hurting other humans unless it was for retribution, something not many people knew, and I suspected that the guy attacking him was just drunk or if he did have a reason probably remember it in the morning. Another thing people don't know about me, I am violent. Apparently my innocence is brighter and over shadows it or something because nobody sees it coming.

"hey!" I yelled for the second time that night and both of them looked at me in surprise. Thanks for the high opinion of me Mike, I'm not going to do nothing if you fall off a cliff either.

"What?..." the guy slurred, defiantly drunk.

"let him go." I said firmly.

"no." he retired and I rolled my eyes marched over to I'm and kicked him in the back of the knee, the man copses on the ground and didn't move.

"wha?..." Mike started and then stopped when I glared at him.

"Please don't tell me that was where you were supposed to be?" I begged and he smiled uneasily. "God, go home already." I told him and started to walk away.

"So should you. What are you doing here anyway you live on the other side of town?" the peaks of being BFF's in preschool.

"I have an appointment here now shoo." I waved my hands shooing him before walking away leaving him dumbfounded. Ten minutes later just when me and my new bestie were sitting around laughing at each other my phone beeped and I saw that I had a Facebook message, yes I'm there that often I have the wifi password, I picked it up and read though it.

Mike: Thanks for earlier.

Me: how did you find my account??!?!?!?!?!??!

Mike: it's your name it wasn't that hard.

Me: HOW??????????

Mike: I looked at Jemma's page.

Me: im going to kill her.

Mike: was my thanks accepted?

Me: yes now go away.

And he did, I didn't here from him for the rest of the night and he ignored me as usual when he sat down in maths but he did defend me when his idiotic best friend started to have a go at me. I smiled at him and e smiled back.

It's the little things that count and maybe the big things sometimes but I realised that what I had done the night before had opened some doors and there was a high chance of friendship on the horizon.

And maybe our fangirls might get a shot too. In time.

A very very very very long time and it was a very very very small shot but a shot all the same.

One that should be discredited immediately.

Even if Mike has an amazing smile.

Fini.

So that's one down thirty to go. Hope you liked it and whatever I'll see you tomorrow. :-)

Oh and I don't own dementors J.K Rowling does.