Life as a "Lonely."
written by follow cinna now
Who would I be without be my friends?
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Life as a "Lonely."
Chapter 1
Sunny (me) walked through a brick wall to get to a train station. Harry Potter logic. Sunny met friends. Yay. But what if that's not how the story went? What if I was all alone. What would my life be like? ...
"Sunshine!" My mother called out. My dark brown hair bounced off my shoulders as I hurriedly crossed the room is search of my hairbrush. I slapped myself in my head. "I'm so stupid!" "Accio hairbrush!" My mother came in the room to see my frizzy hair, not normally frizzy all over the place. "Dear, you have 10 minutes to fix this up!" And she left the room. Once my hair was sorta back in place, I wore a lilac dress with fancy shoes and my hair up in a braid. It looked like I was going to a wedding- I wish. A wedding would be more exciting than my birthday. This one "special" (not) day of the year, my birthday, we would drive to my aunt evelyn's house to celebrate. It never felt like my birthday. I couldn't ever celebrate my birthday like other people, with my friends. Why? Because I didn't have any. I spent 99% of my poor life away from socializing. That 1%? That- was hurrying through the crowded Hogwarts halls. But then again, the most socializing I ever did there was, "Hey Sunshine! You bumped into me. Grr." "Oh sorry umm.." Yeah. No kidding. Birthdays were supposed to be fun, but they never were. My perfect little princess outfit was all soo "proper." Whatever that meant. And my birthday was filled with, "Remember Sunny, you use this fork for this, and this for this and the knife for this and "don't get it on your clothes- after all, it is your birthday." A birthday- whatever that meant. I sat down in the car and accepted fate as it was. We were going to "celebrate."
"Sunshine!" My mother called out. My dark brown hair bounced off my shoulders as I hurriedly crossed the room is search of my hairbrush. I slapped myself in my head. "I'm so stupid!" "Accio hairbrush!" My mother came in the room to see my frizzy hair, not normally frizzy all over the place. "Dear, you have 10 minutes to fix this up!" And she left the room. Once my hair was sorta back in place, I wore a lilac dress with fancy shoes and my hair up in a braid. It looked like I was going to a wedding- I wish. A wedding would be more exciting than my birthday. This one "special" (not) day of the year, my birthday, we would drive to my aunt evelyn's house to celebrate. It never felt like my birthday. I couldn't ever celebrate my birthday like other people, with my friends. Why? Because I didn't have any. I spent 99% of my poor life away from socializing. That 1%? That- was hurrying through the crowded Hogwarts halls. But then again, the most socializing I ever did there was, "Hey Sunshine! You bumped into me. Grr." "Oh sorry umm.." Yeah. No kidding. Birthdays were supposed to be fun, but they never were. My perfect little princess outfit was all soo "proper." Whatever that meant. And my birthday was filled with, "Remember Sunny, you use this fork for this, and this for this and the knife for this and "don't get it on your clothes- after all, it is your birthday." A birthday- whatever that meant. I sat down in the car and accepted fate as it was. We were going to "celebrate."
