Prolouge There are few things in life as wonderful as falling blissfully into the sea of innocent, adolescent love. Bliss, however, is something typically compared to ignorance, and it wasn’t until I had a reason to break up with Mark Nelson that I realized why. When you spend all your childhood growing up with the other children laughing at you and excluding you, joking about “Kelsey germs”, and setting up a “schedule” so that you can only talk to them on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you start to believe that there are just some people who were born under the wrong stars and just don’t have the best life picke

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The Ghost of Summer Past

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The Anthem of the Arts Kid

Your heart is pounding Your lips are dry Your voice trembles and cracks It shatters and breaks But you cannot hear For the red hot blood in your ears Drowns the world in its silky scarlet 20 pairs of glazed eyes stare Back at you Back at your awkward stance And your shaking knees You itch to glance Over your shoulder You itch to check the time Has it been 3 minutes Or 3 hours? Or 3 days? Meanwhile, I stand before 200 or more Anonymous observers Cloaked in the deepest black Contrasting the blinding whiteness My voice is strong, it does not bend It certainly does not break My stance is certain Confident Bold Memorized words Pour from my tongu

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A Different Kind of Magic- Chapter Two.

"He was a terribly evil and very powerful so most people were afraid to speak his name." I explained, looking at my hands and picking off imaginary dirt from beneath my fingernails. The Doctor looked me in the eye. "And what was his name?" The Doctor asked me carefuly, unsure whether I was comfortable with the name or not. "His real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he called himself Lord Voldemort," I whispered, speaking slowly and barely being able to choke out the name. The Doctor looked at me, his head tilted to the side, as if he were pondering something. "You just said his name..." he said as if he were thinking aloud. "It's been a

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A Different Kind of Magic- Chapter One.

I walked down Hogsmeade's main road with my two best friends, Anna Hollingsworth and Mikayla Jones. We had just finished our 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was hard to believe that I'd be off on my own in a few years after I finished training to work for both the Auror's office and St.Mungo's, examining bodies found at crime scenes and figuring out what magic was used on them and who did it. My half-siblings from Camp-Halfblood told me the Muggles called those people medical examiners. I was Claimed in the girl's lavoratory during my second year. I had no idea what was going on. It was a weekend, and I was wearing

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