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TITLE: I Hate This Part
PERPETRATOR: ritaskeeterwannab
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: LaLa Major
SPECIES: witch
HAIR: dark
EYES: blue
MARKINGS: Caucasian, chesty and an American size eight
POSSESSIONS: a "LG shine" that plays "I Kissed A Girl", a driver and an AmEx card. A school robe and a Ravenclaw button. Sue-self inserts: "Mimi, Aly, Rae". Mimi is obsessed with Twilight and owns an iPod.
ORIGIN: Kenner, Louisiana. A self-professed "Harry Potter nerd", but in actual fact Harry Potter is a true story we are lead to believe is fake. We get to read about her and her vapid friends' wish-fulfillment.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Dumbledore turns up in her living room discussing with her parent returning to England. Let's her know that she is the "key" to helping Harry defeat Voldemort, and lets her know that she is related to Neville. If she doesn't go to England to help, then the Harry Potter books will come true. Actually four of them have already, Dumbledore decided to wait until Order of the Phoenix until he picked her up.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Says "Bam" instead of "Damn".
NOTES: “I’ve come for the reason I told you. The world Mrs. Rowling newly predicted, where many die, friends, foes, bystanders, and where the wizarding race plummets into a time of fear and darkness, that world will happen unless Ms. Major here comes back to England and helps Mr. Potter.”
“But,” I start, “If I’m thinking correctly, Harry’s about to start his fifth year.” I look back at Rae.
“That means that Voldemort is already back. And he’s already killed…” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Cedric has always been Rae’s favorite character. And she thinks Robert Pattinson was unbelievably cute.
WHAT DOES THE BOOKS HAVE TO DO WITH RPATTZ! It's not like he DIED! Ceddy-Bear did! ARGH! *fails arms*
SAMPLE:
Seriously, the alarm can not be going off at six AM on a Saturday morning. But it is. Sadly.
I jumped out of bed and race to my desk, where I Kissed a Girl is blaring out of the tiny speakers on my cell phone. Stupid Daily alarms. Stupid alarms in general. It’s the first day of summer, and I wanted to sleep in, Bam it!
Oh, yeah, Bam it. That would be what my friends and I say in stead of actually cursing. Very strict families, so that would be our way of getting around the no cursing rule. I grab the phone into my hands and press the “off” button on the screen, and when the alarm screen goes away, my LG shine goes back to it’s original screensaver: a small icon with the words “It’s not that we’re smarter than you, except it totally is,” written on it. Ravenclaw, my favorite house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So many of my friends, Aly, Rae, Do, Mimi, all say that I’m perfect for the house: a smart-ass know it all. Perfect, eh? I don’t see Luna going all smart ass on Harry in any of the books. She just goes on and on about the Blubbering Humdinger or whatever.
Ok, so I admit it, I’m a Harry Potter nerd. I can name at least ten other people at my school who are, too. Except, I don’t go all weird like some freaks do, and wear my stinking robe to school. I keep it safely tucked away in the bottom of my drawer, where no one will see it. It also keeps my parents from knowing that I even own a robe. Mimi got it for me two Christmas’ ago. Mom and Dad don’t really like me seeing or reading anything having to do with witchcraft or magic or even science fiction, which sometimes includes certain Doctor Who episodes (even though I’ve seen all of the revived series’).
Sometimes, I honestly wish that Hogwarts was real. That there were wizards and witches casting spells over unsuspecting Muggles, and a Diagon Alley filled with all those amazing stores. But I know it couldn’t be real. That’s how I was raised. My parents, Renee and Aaron Major, both had hard Christian values pounded into them when they were kids, which would be why a majority of my friends have come from church. Either that, or my parents long time friends from England’s kids. Both my parents grew up in England, and met in boarding school there. After reading the Potter series for the first time, I had begged them to send me to their alma modern, but noooo. They said I had to go to public school like normal kids. This would be why yesterday, at this time, I would be getting ready to go to Haltom High School in Kenner, Louisiana. Not London England.
Ok, so I’m up. Now what do I do? There’s no way I’m going back to sleep after-
“Can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read-”
I pick up my phone as fast as I can after racing back to my desk, and look at the caller ID before answering.
“Alarm wake you up too?” I ask one of my best friends, Mimi, who is just a big of a Harry Potter nerd as me, only her real obsession lies in Twilight, the vampire series. She’s a pretty Vietnamese girl, with dark eyes and a size two waist. Opposite of me. At age 15, I’m a size eight, blue eyed, dark haired, chesty white girl. See, told you, opposites.
“Lala, I’m so tired I look like a freaking zombie. I just looked in the mirror and about had a heart attack.” I laugh, getting the mental picture.
“It’s probably just post-exam relapse. That’s what happens when you opt for all AP courses. Is it one of those emergency makeover days? You know I love doing that.” I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. Mimi, Aly, Rae and I are all in AP classes. Every single course we take is advanced. The only difference is our electives. I’m the only one of us who opted out of Choir, taking Choral Composition instead. Choir, for me, is like being told what to do. In C.C. you get to write your own music and perform it the way you want. Do, on the other hand, is in all AP classes except Math, and is in C.C. with me. Do, Rae, twin sisters who I’ve known for as long as I can remember, are probably my closest friends. Rae is short with dark hair like myself, with wide doe eyes and pouty lips, while her sister is tall with long blonde hair, a bigger frame like me. My parents and their parents moved to the US at the same time, after our Dad’s got jobs at the same law firm. Aly and Mimi we met when we started at Haltom Middle in 6th grade. It’s weird to think I’ve known them for almost five years now. Starting my sophomore year at Haltom High next year.
“Nah, I think we need a salon day after this hellish week we’ve all had.” I grin and stand back up, reaching for the light switch on my way to the bathroom.
“Ahhhh, the light, it burns!” I scream into the phone. It actually does hurt, just not that much. I just want to make sure that Mimi’s actually awake. She doesn’t scream, nor do I hear the loud thud of her falling out of her chair, so I assume it’s good as I turn the light on in my bathroom and look in the mirror. “Ahhhh!” There’s that thud.
“What the hell, Lala! I just fell out of my chair.”
“Sorry, I saw my hair. I look like Michael Jackson in the thriller video.”
“Oh god.”
Eight hours later, Mimi, Rae, Do and I are all walking out of Shelton’s Salon and Day Spa, arm in arm, careful not to screw up our blow dries, mani’s, pedi’s or facials. Mimi is gushing about the sad fact that Aly couldn’t be with us, on account that she and her boyfriend
“You were right, La, that’s exactly what I needed,” Mimi says as I pull my phone out of my purse and start dialing Ralph, our Driver’s number. Ok, so it’s not like my family is filthy rich, like most of the people at my school think. My dad is a lawyer for some of the wealthiest families in Louisiana, so yeah, we live comfortably. Plus, I know my parents can’t pick us up. They’re having dinner with the Venningtons, Rae and Do’s parents. Ralph picks up after three rings.
“You girls ready to come home?” he asks. I can hear a crunching sound. He’s eating in the car. Geez. I roll my eyes and look at the girls, all of whom are awing over each other’s nails.
“I think we wanted to go see a movie over at the Rave. Right girls?” They all scream into the phone. There is a small thud and some cursing, in which I assume that Ralph has dropped his sandwich or whatever he’s eating.
“Ok, I’ll be there in ten.” We all wait for the short time, talking about what plans we have for the summer. Mimi’s family is going back to Vietnam for a few weeks to visit family, while Do and Rae are staying here. The only exciting news I have is that my cousin Neville and my Gran are coming to visit from England. Same old, same old. Ralph pulls up into the driveway in front of the salon, and the four of us pile in.
“To the Rave!” I call, sticking out my hand into the front seat like a valiant knight. The girls laugh, and Ralph just rolls his eyes as usual as we drive the whole two miles to the theatre. Piling out, we tell Ralph to pick us up at eight, and that we’ll call his cell and tell us where to meet him. The theatre is as packed as it always is, with lines going all the way to the sidewalk, a good five hundred feet from the door. This is where friends on the inside come in handy. See, the theatre here at the Kenner Megaplex is attached to the storeroom in Macey’s. And Mimi’s aunt just so happens to work there. I look at my friend and smile, and we head into the mall, where we meet Mimi’s Aunt Kelly. She smiles and wordlessly takes us to the back room, where there’s a hidden ticket kiosk where you pay with a credit card.
“I got this one,” I say, pulling out my AmEx with a smile. My life’s savings on one little card. You gotta love it. I quickly buy the tickets, and hand one to each other girls, before Kelly lets us into the theatre. We wave goodbye, and then slowly wind through the back halls of the theatre, before making it to the front, where we buy our popcorn and drinks, and then get our tickets torn. We’re five minutes late for Prom Night, which has been on a second run here for about a month. I quietly sneak into a row, followed by the girls, just as the opening credits start rolling. Sipping our Mr. Pibbs, we watch the first thirty minutes of the movie. I see Mimi get up out of the corner of my eye, and about ten minutes later, I get a text on my phone. While watching the Psycho kill Claire, I read the text.
PERPETRATOR: ritaskeeterwannab
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: LaLa Major
SPECIES: witch
HAIR: dark
EYES: blue
MARKINGS: Caucasian, chesty and an American size eight
POSSESSIONS: a "LG shine" that plays "I Kissed A Girl", a driver and an AmEx card. A school robe and a Ravenclaw button. Sue-self inserts: "Mimi, Aly, Rae". Mimi is obsessed with Twilight and owns an iPod.
ORIGIN: Kenner, Louisiana. A self-professed "Harry Potter nerd", but in actual fact Harry Potter is a true story we are lead to believe is fake. We get to read about her and her vapid friends' wish-fulfillment.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Dumbledore turns up in her living room discussing with her parent returning to England. Let's her know that she is the "key" to helping Harry defeat Voldemort, and lets her know that she is related to Neville. If she doesn't go to England to help, then the Harry Potter books will come true. Actually four of them have already, Dumbledore decided to wait until Order of the Phoenix until he picked her up.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Says "Bam" instead of "Damn".
NOTES: “I’ve come for the reason I told you. The world Mrs. Rowling newly predicted, where many die, friends, foes, bystanders, and where the wizarding race plummets into a time of fear and darkness, that world will happen unless Ms. Major here comes back to England and helps Mr. Potter.”
“But,” I start, “If I’m thinking correctly, Harry’s about to start his fifth year.” I look back at Rae.
“That means that Voldemort is already back. And he’s already killed…” She doesn’t finish her sentence. Cedric has always been Rae’s favorite character. And she thinks Robert Pattinson was unbelievably cute.
WHAT DOES THE BOOKS HAVE TO DO WITH RPATTZ! It's not like he DIED! Ceddy-Bear did! ARGH! *fails arms*
SAMPLE:
Seriously, the alarm can not be going off at six AM on a Saturday morning. But it is. Sadly.
I jumped out of bed and race to my desk, where I Kissed a Girl is blaring out of the tiny speakers on my cell phone. Stupid Daily alarms. Stupid alarms in general. It’s the first day of summer, and I wanted to sleep in, Bam it!
Oh, yeah, Bam it. That would be what my friends and I say in stead of actually cursing. Very strict families, so that would be our way of getting around the no cursing rule. I grab the phone into my hands and press the “off” button on the screen, and when the alarm screen goes away, my LG shine goes back to it’s original screensaver: a small icon with the words “It’s not that we’re smarter than you, except it totally is,” written on it. Ravenclaw, my favorite house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So many of my friends, Aly, Rae, Do, Mimi, all say that I’m perfect for the house: a smart-ass know it all. Perfect, eh? I don’t see Luna going all smart ass on Harry in any of the books. She just goes on and on about the Blubbering Humdinger or whatever.
Ok, so I admit it, I’m a Harry Potter nerd. I can name at least ten other people at my school who are, too. Except, I don’t go all weird like some freaks do, and wear my stinking robe to school. I keep it safely tucked away in the bottom of my drawer, where no one will see it. It also keeps my parents from knowing that I even own a robe. Mimi got it for me two Christmas’ ago. Mom and Dad don’t really like me seeing or reading anything having to do with witchcraft or magic or even science fiction, which sometimes includes certain Doctor Who episodes (even though I’ve seen all of the revived series’).
Sometimes, I honestly wish that Hogwarts was real. That there were wizards and witches casting spells over unsuspecting Muggles, and a Diagon Alley filled with all those amazing stores. But I know it couldn’t be real. That’s how I was raised. My parents, Renee and Aaron Major, both had hard Christian values pounded into them when they were kids, which would be why a majority of my friends have come from church. Either that, or my parents long time friends from England’s kids. Both my parents grew up in England, and met in boarding school there. After reading the Potter series for the first time, I had begged them to send me to their alma modern, but noooo. They said I had to go to public school like normal kids. This would be why yesterday, at this time, I would be getting ready to go to Haltom High School in Kenner, Louisiana. Not London England.
Ok, so I’m up. Now what do I do? There’s no way I’m going back to sleep after-
“Can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read-”
I pick up my phone as fast as I can after racing back to my desk, and look at the caller ID before answering.
“Alarm wake you up too?” I ask one of my best friends, Mimi, who is just a big of a Harry Potter nerd as me, only her real obsession lies in Twilight, the vampire series. She’s a pretty Vietnamese girl, with dark eyes and a size two waist. Opposite of me. At age 15, I’m a size eight, blue eyed, dark haired, chesty white girl. See, told you, opposites.
“Lala, I’m so tired I look like a freaking zombie. I just looked in the mirror and about had a heart attack.” I laugh, getting the mental picture.
“It’s probably just post-exam relapse. That’s what happens when you opt for all AP courses. Is it one of those emergency makeover days? You know I love doing that.” I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. Mimi, Aly, Rae and I are all in AP classes. Every single course we take is advanced. The only difference is our electives. I’m the only one of us who opted out of Choir, taking Choral Composition instead. Choir, for me, is like being told what to do. In C.C. you get to write your own music and perform it the way you want. Do, on the other hand, is in all AP classes except Math, and is in C.C. with me. Do, Rae, twin sisters who I’ve known for as long as I can remember, are probably my closest friends. Rae is short with dark hair like myself, with wide doe eyes and pouty lips, while her sister is tall with long blonde hair, a bigger frame like me. My parents and their parents moved to the US at the same time, after our Dad’s got jobs at the same law firm. Aly and Mimi we met when we started at Haltom Middle in 6th grade. It’s weird to think I’ve known them for almost five years now. Starting my sophomore year at Haltom High next year.
“Nah, I think we need a salon day after this hellish week we’ve all had.” I grin and stand back up, reaching for the light switch on my way to the bathroom.
“Ahhhh, the light, it burns!” I scream into the phone. It actually does hurt, just not that much. I just want to make sure that Mimi’s actually awake. She doesn’t scream, nor do I hear the loud thud of her falling out of her chair, so I assume it’s good as I turn the light on in my bathroom and look in the mirror. “Ahhhh!” There’s that thud.
“What the hell, Lala! I just fell out of my chair.”
“Sorry, I saw my hair. I look like Michael Jackson in the thriller video.”
“Oh god.”
Eight hours later, Mimi, Rae, Do and I are all walking out of Shelton’s Salon and Day Spa, arm in arm, careful not to screw up our blow dries, mani’s, pedi’s or facials. Mimi is gushing about the sad fact that Aly couldn’t be with us, on account that she and her boyfriend
“You were right, La, that’s exactly what I needed,” Mimi says as I pull my phone out of my purse and start dialing Ralph, our Driver’s number. Ok, so it’s not like my family is filthy rich, like most of the people at my school think. My dad is a lawyer for some of the wealthiest families in Louisiana, so yeah, we live comfortably. Plus, I know my parents can’t pick us up. They’re having dinner with the Venningtons, Rae and Do’s parents. Ralph picks up after three rings.
“You girls ready to come home?” he asks. I can hear a crunching sound. He’s eating in the car. Geez. I roll my eyes and look at the girls, all of whom are awing over each other’s nails.
“I think we wanted to go see a movie over at the Rave. Right girls?” They all scream into the phone. There is a small thud and some cursing, in which I assume that Ralph has dropped his sandwich or whatever he’s eating.
“Ok, I’ll be there in ten.” We all wait for the short time, talking about what plans we have for the summer. Mimi’s family is going back to Vietnam for a few weeks to visit family, while Do and Rae are staying here. The only exciting news I have is that my cousin Neville and my Gran are coming to visit from England. Same old, same old. Ralph pulls up into the driveway in front of the salon, and the four of us pile in.
“To the Rave!” I call, sticking out my hand into the front seat like a valiant knight. The girls laugh, and Ralph just rolls his eyes as usual as we drive the whole two miles to the theatre. Piling out, we tell Ralph to pick us up at eight, and that we’ll call his cell and tell us where to meet him. The theatre is as packed as it always is, with lines going all the way to the sidewalk, a good five hundred feet from the door. This is where friends on the inside come in handy. See, the theatre here at the Kenner Megaplex is attached to the storeroom in Macey’s. And Mimi’s aunt just so happens to work there. I look at my friend and smile, and we head into the mall, where we meet Mimi’s Aunt Kelly. She smiles and wordlessly takes us to the back room, where there’s a hidden ticket kiosk where you pay with a credit card.
“I got this one,” I say, pulling out my AmEx with a smile. My life’s savings on one little card. You gotta love it. I quickly buy the tickets, and hand one to each other girls, before Kelly lets us into the theatre. We wave goodbye, and then slowly wind through the back halls of the theatre, before making it to the front, where we buy our popcorn and drinks, and then get our tickets torn. We’re five minutes late for Prom Night, which has been on a second run here for about a month. I quietly sneak into a row, followed by the girls, just as the opening credits start rolling. Sipping our Mr. Pibbs, we watch the first thirty minutes of the movie. I see Mimi get up out of the corner of my eye, and about ten minutes later, I get a text on my phone. While watching the Psycho kill Claire, I read the text.