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Lord, SAVE ME! My parents told me that Hogwarts was an amazing school with amazing people, but BOY, we're they wrong! First day, I open up those wooden doors full of hope and pride that I got in, I step inside the school and WHAM, Some kid on a broomstick slams into me, his wand on the ground, broken into two, and my messenger bag goes flying across the room and hits some girl in the back of her legs. She turns around and looks at the messenger bag, looks at me, looks at the kid ON TOP OF ME. Everything seems to slow down. Then again, It might have litrally slowed down. That's the risk of going to a magic school. I start screaming in my head, praying she won't look at me. She gives me a look of pity, kicks my messenger bag towards me, and walks away. The kid gets up groaning and walks away dizzily, Not even giving me a FRIGIN Apology. An "*Oh, stranger I've never met, I'm sorry*" would be nice. I quickly rush to the bathroom to look though my messenger bag because any sane people would know that looking through your messenger bag in the hall makes you a likely target for some stuck-up princess to push you and make you her new target. Everything's ok. My wand's not broken like that other kid and my letter isn't ruined. I can still prove I belong here. I glance over my schedule paper, I was given this by the desk lady that smelled like old dasies. Most of my first day is just chill time and navigating the school. I only have 3 classes. WC(welcome class,so creative I know),Lunch, and Sorting hat. WC is at 10:30 pm. I quick look at my watch. OH MY GOSH! It's 10:28!!! I dash out of the bathroom, barely avoiding running into seven people. I made into the class with 5 seconds to spare. The room is old, made out of stone and has around 50 kids sitting in desks. There's a teachers desk, but there is no teacher. All the other students are too distracted with there own activites, so I sit down In an empty desk. I breath a quick sigh of relief. No one has decided that because I'm late, I'm the one with the target on my back for all jerks to aim at. There's a scroll on every kid's desk. They all say Welcome to Hogwarts on them in fine curly print. Every kid has one on their desk. On the chalkboard, There is a little note. It says"Hello new Howarts students, there was an issue with a plant eating a student's face in the greenhouse. So sorry I am not their with you. I will return soon. --Ms. Hackleberry, Charms teacher  P.S. Don't open your scrolls." Since the teacher has to go save some kid's face, I decide to examine the room and figure out who everyone's roles are. There's some girl with brown, wavy hair. She has a lot of girls hovering over her shoulder. She's applying pink lipstick and twirling her hair directly at some boy. Identified as popular girl. Status: Could be nice, not sure. NEXT! The boy the popular girl was twirling her hair at. Blonde, Wavy hair, in that poofy thing that most girls die for, "Stunning" smile, Talks and is nice to everyone. Prob works out to show off. Is STARING at me. Never mind. Staring at girl behind me. Lol. Identifided as hot boy that everyone likes. Status: Friendly, might like me. Before I can Analyze more random people, some curly haired redhead gets bored and is now doing some weird dance on the teacher's desk. This guy has been Identifed as the class prankster. I can also see the teacher walking towards the classroom through the clear window. This should get intresting. Fill ya in later when I have time. But, I got to see how badly this redhead is going to get punished.