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| 10 Jun 2013 12:39 AM |
Hey guise, this is one of the books I'm doing. It's a book based off the rp's I had at Hogwarts with some of my friends. This is year five. I'm sorry if there's errors, but I've been up all night doing this so I'm pretty tired. Couldn't sleep. Anyways, enjoy.
THE TRAIL OF THE DEATH EATERS: BOOK 5 CHAPTER 1 Jake Look, I don't have much time, there's only a few days left until we leave to fight in some war that's hopless winning, that decides the fate of the wizarding, and the real world. So since we have so little time, I'll try to make this opening brief. My name is Jake Sapiens. Up until I was 11, I lived a perfectly normal life, with a perfectly normal family. Then the letters came. Then we- me and my brother Alex, were accepted into a wizarding school where everything was anything BUT normal. We faced various challenges through out the years, but no one could prepare us for what was actually to come now. Let me start off at the begining of the summer. I was just getting ready for another summer with many of my friends from hogwarts, which is basicly running around trying to clean the many rooms that we have. It's just me and my brother, we live alone, and manage to pay off the rent since our parents up and left us, deciding that being a part of a wizarding family was too much. They are thought to be dead, I don't think they ever found the bodies... I scrambled up the stairs into my room to pick stuff up. The place was a mess, with chips, candy bar wrappers, and other assortments that is a sure-free way to mess up your room. Alex was already in there, sweeping the floor, and dusting off the desks from which we study, our Ravenclaw banner showing high above it. When he caught side of me, he his scowled and turned back to his work. That was the problem with us. He likes things tidy and neat. I can't do neat or tidy. I picked up all sorts of trash and rubbish and stuffed them under my bed. Alex pushed me out of the way and picked up the trash I heaved under my bed. "You have to at least TRY to be neat." He inquired. "It's not my fault youre so... neat." He scowled again and continued working. The door bell rung and we both raced downstairs to awnser the door. Alex pushed me away and opened the door. Being 9 months and 3 days older than me, that's one of his favorite things to do. There standing in the door was Destiny, and Max Roewill. "Hey guys." Awnsered Max happily, slapping my hand as he walked in. He helped himself to some food in the kitchen, dripping sauce all over the floor. Now I know how Alex feels. Destiny came in afterwards. Her life was pretty complicated. Her real parents were dead before being adopted by the Roewills. Max and Destiny shared feelings for each other, which made things even more awkard, before Alex came along. Destiny and Alex have been recently going out, but there relation ship was off to a rocky start. I can tell they love other people, but both are too afraid to tell each other. They both looked at each other awkardly. "Hi." Said Destiny. She walked in awkardly. The next thing I know, the fence to our outside is laying in peaces. A car plowed right through it, heavy rock music blaring. The car door opened and out came the last people to come. Abbey Longbottom dropped out of the driver's seat, and I don't see how she ever got her driver's liscense. Abbey had dirty blonde hair, wich she always let it hang loose in a messy tornadoe of hair. Her fingers are always moving as if she was always trying to find things to do. She smiled at me and Alex and tried to say something, but we couldn't hear over the radio in the car. She stopped the engine and walked over to us. "Sorry about the fence. I'll probally replace that in Septembuary. Is that bacon?" She ran over and helped herself to a slice next to Max. Next came, Emmily Johnson, who we just call Emma, who said Hi politely and walked inside. Then came Myles Smith, who was Emma's boyfriend. He smiled at us as he made his way inside. Next came dinner. Alex was bussily flipping through spell books trying to find a spell of how to make food appear. "You can't." I said. He turned to look at me. "What?" He looked at me as if I'd sprouted two heads. "You can't" I reapeated. "It's one of Gamp's exepctional Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. You can cook and prepare food, but you really can't make it appear out of thin air. It's impossible." "Jake," He said. "Shut up."
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| 10 Jun 2013 12:40 AM |
| i stopped reading after "Shut Up." |
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B1TBUCKET
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B1TBUCKET
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| 10 Jun 2013 06:20 AM |
| AWESOME STORY, THANKS FOR ADDING ME ^.^ |
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