The train ride ends and we're right by Hogwarts. 

It's. So. HUGE.

We get in boats and have to sail across the Great Lake. When we cross the lake, we're all lead up to the castle. We go to the Great Hall. 

Oh my gosh. Time for the sorting.

"--and now," Dumbledore says, "is time for all the first years to be sorted."

The Sorting Hat sang it's song: 

"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,Whose name are still well-known:
Bold Gryffindor from wild moor,
Fair Ravlenclaw from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin from fen.
They share a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan,
To educate young sorcerers,
Thus Hogwarts school began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues,
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hardworkers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourates from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone? 
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug around your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have alook inside your mind 
And tell where you belong!"

The students clapped after the Sorting Hat finished. Then the Sorting started.

"Atleetca, Amanda!"

The girl went up and put the hat on.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The Sorting Hat shouted.
The Hufflepuffs clapped loudly.

Sorting went by quickly.

"Bibwishashi, Polly!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Enectri, Kelly!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Genertricer, Allison!" 

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Hillipsi, Abby!" 

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Jackrity, Paul!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Keranet, Trinity!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Laulagon, Aurelia!"

It was my turn.

I walked up and placed the hat on my head.

Please be Slytherin, please be Slytherin, please be Slytherin...I thought.

........and then, all of the sudden---

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Wait...I'm a Gryffindor? What?

The Gryffindors clapped loudly. I heard somebody whisper-yell, "But she's supposed to be Slytherin!"

The clapping stopped. "Yeah, I heard she's pureblood and everything," the same person whisper-yelled. TRINITY!

I sat down by myself. This was the worst. 

I was a Gryffindor. The Gryffindors hated me. And you know what? I hated Trinity.