As I left my home, my family, my friends, my life as I knew it I couldn’t help but wonder if I was worth it. My parents had gone through so much trouble to help me and I didn’t know if I’d be able to make them proud. I knew that learning magic was tough and that I probably wouldn’t be able to master it. I climbed onto the train and looked out the window. A girl entered my compartment. She glanced at me then walked out of the compartment laughing. I felt the words on my cheek that my brother had accidentally made me write with a Black Quill when I was little. They read "I love you big brother.". I was the only one who could understand them because my hand writing was so bad. To everyone else it looked like it said "L iura dlp dvukhav" I couldn't help but notice that everyone who had come into my compartment had quickly filtered out again. The tears shone in my eyes as I tried to hide them. Crying as I left for Hogwarts ,the best magical school in the world, would only make my time staying there more miserable. As the train started to move someone came in and sat down. Knowing that they would soon leave I curled up into a ball and sniffled completely oblivious to the eyes that were watching me.