Firebreath
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Hi. I was thinking of joining our school's short story contest, but my teacher said mine isn't good enough. I think it's good but I'm not really sure. This is the first part. Tnx.
The Harry Potter books and fandom have changed my life in ways I never expected. Though most of them were positive changes, there were also the drawbacks.
It was a typical afternoon in November. I was young girl of 13 and hanging about the streets with my friends, rain started to pour over us. I took refuge in my friend's house for quite sometime until the rain would stop. Wandering about the house, impatient, I came across a shelf full of tattered , faded, and really thick Harry Potter books. I never really liked reading then, I used to like the movies but till then I had shown no interest for the books whatsoever. My friend hated them all, her sister was the one who read them. Having nothing else to do, I took the first book and started reading it. It was though fireworks exploded right before my very eyes. Rowling's brilliant depiction of magic, her unbelievable imagination, the emotions, her humor, they all captivated me till the end of the book.
My friend thought I was going stupid, reading a bunch of "boring, childish books". It was as though she bore a grudge towards them. When I asked her if I could borrow the next one, she gave a derisive sneer, which I took as a no and left. Our school libraries would not allow the HP books to be put up there, but when my friend found out about me asking, she took to insulting the books.
Our friendship never officially ended, we simply drifted apart. I used to be just like her, the life of the party, the popular one, the one everybody wanted to talk to, the one who gave cute jokes and petty comments, that was all I cared to do. But then the Harry Potter books opened a new world, a world where things we never thought could happen, well, can. Where the greatest amount of imagination reigned over: The world of literature. I began to shy away from the crowd, with a Harry Potter book in my hands I hid myself within the privacy of the shadows. I would part from my group of classmates during our trips to the mall and sneak into the bookstores, which most of them despised, excitedly asking over and over when the next Harry Potter book would come.
By the time I finished the fourth book, I had memorized most of the spells in the books. My family eventually learned to expect my random mutterings of "Lumos!" "Accio!" "Alohamora!" were a few of the usuals.
The Harry Potter books and fandom have changed my life in ways I never expected. Though most of them were positive changes, there were also the drawbacks.
It was a typical afternoon in November. I was young girl of 13 and hanging about the streets with my friends, rain started to pour over us. I took refuge in my friend's house for quite sometime until the rain would stop. Wandering about the house, impatient, I came across a shelf full of tattered , faded, and really thick Harry Potter books. I never really liked reading then, I used to like the movies but till then I had shown no interest for the books whatsoever. My friend hated them all, her sister was the one who read them. Having nothing else to do, I took the first book and started reading it. It was though fireworks exploded right before my very eyes. Rowling's brilliant depiction of magic, her unbelievable imagination, the emotions, her humor, they all captivated me till the end of the book.
My friend thought I was going stupid, reading a bunch of "boring, childish books". It was as though she bore a grudge towards them. When I asked her if I could borrow the next one, she gave a derisive sneer, which I took as a no and left. Our school libraries would not allow the HP books to be put up there, but when my friend found out about me asking, she took to insulting the books.
Our friendship never officially ended, we simply drifted apart. I used to be just like her, the life of the party, the popular one, the one everybody wanted to talk to, the one who gave cute jokes and petty comments, that was all I cared to do. But then the Harry Potter books opened a new world, a world where things we never thought could happen, well, can. Where the greatest amount of imagination reigned over: The world of literature. I began to shy away from the crowd, with a Harry Potter book in my hands I hid myself within the privacy of the shadows. I would part from my group of classmates during our trips to the mall and sneak into the bookstores, which most of them despised, excitedly asking over and over when the next Harry Potter book would come.
By the time I finished the fourth book, I had memorized most of the spells in the books. My family eventually learned to expect my random mutterings of "Lumos!" "Accio!" "Alohamora!" were a few of the usuals.