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                                               Chapter 4 "Your late by ten minutes, Luna!" Mr. Gladiator shouts. "My binder broke on the way here, Mr. Gladiator.  I'm sorry." I whisper as I rush to a seat next to an African American boy.  He smiles at me and moves the edge of his binder for my binder.  I plop down into the comfy chair, "Thank you." "No problem." He smiles a wide set of teeth.  Mr. Gladiator continues class without another word of me.  Mr. Gladiator is mean and doesn't know how to be a teacher.  He constantly teaches us the same lessons.  The lessons consist of talking about current events, not about what we are suppose t

  Chapter 2 "Wake up sleepy head!" Dad announces to me with a bright voice.  I groan and cover my ears. "No dad, just a couple more minutes." I plead. "Luna Horizon, it's time for school!" Dad says.  School.  I am going to see everyone today.  I am worried to officially 'meet' Apollo today.   "Dad, I got no sleep last night.  I don't know why, I think I'm sick." I lied. Dad shrugs, walks to my window, and quickly draws the curtains back.  Painful white streams of sunlight shine off of my white room and hit my eyes. "Ah!  That hurts!" I whine as I shove my face into my pillow.  Dad sighs and leaves.  Yes! But the party isn't over.  A

Chapter 3 Once math class is done, I am the first one to stand up and quickly pack my notebook and binder.  Apollo, who is racing with me, is in the back of the classroom.  I dart to the back as everyone leaves the room, "What is this about?" I say, spinning the little note on the desk. He takes a hard look at it and sighs, "Just read it aloud and you can understand it." He says.  I shoot him a glare. "What are you referring to?" Apollo slams his binder on the desk as Mrs. Wheat leaves to the teachers room to have her 'wake-up' coffee, "Our brother and sister are up to something.  I don't mean something like a prank; I mean something seri

 Chapter 1 "Why do you have big bags under your eyes, Amber?" Dad asks Amber from across the table.  Amber, my loving, slutty, big sister has secretly been on crack for a month. Only I notice because I live right next to her.  She stops playing with her food and gives him an annoyed look, "Does it matter?  No.  Stay out of my business." Amber snaps back at him.  Dad is a very strict guy; doesn't take no for an answer. "Amber, you tell me now.  Those do not look normal." Dad says.  Amber groans and pounds her fist on the table making her spikes bracelet jingle.  I look in between their gaze and see a large tension.  This always happens:

Hermione was a couple feet in front of Ginny.  Ginny had time to think.  What if my husband never comes back to me?  What if hes already dead?  I would just jump off my broom right now, Ginny thought, flinching as she look down to see cities and towns rush by.  Hermione was totally silent.  Her husband was taken too, but could she be content?  Ginny sped up to her and soon was flying right next to her, "Hi." "Hello." Hermione gently said, looking straight in front of her.  Ginny pursed her lips. "I know this is hard for you.  It's hard for me too.  But that doesn't mean you have to be mean about it." Ginny said.  Hermione heaved a big sigh

Hermione dragged Ginny out of the living room and into the kitchen.  Ginny stumbled on the rugged title and tripped over the mismatching stools surrounding the parlor. "Maybe Harry left you a note." Hermione hoped, rummaging through the whole kitchen.  Ginny sat at the parlor.  She shook her head, "Hermione, I talked to him before he left.  Wouldn't there be no reason to leave a note?" Ginny told Hermione.  She stopped for a second to process it the thought then continued to search like it didn't matter.  Ginny rolled her eyes in frustration. "You said it, we are wasting are time. What if we called some relatives?" Ginny implied.  Hermione ju

Alone in a dark room, Ginny Weasly sat on her husband and hers bed, waiting for him to come back home. It had been a day since she last saw him; "Where are you going?" She had asked him when he grabbed his wand of the kitchen table. "It does not matter, Ginny.  I will see you in a couple of hours." He had replied, already grabbing his black cloak and heading out the door.  Ginny didn't take that for an answer and pursued with him out the door.  She speed up to him and asked, "And what if you don't come back?" This is a regular thing in the Potter family, so Harry simply replied, "I will be back, like the time before." Then he quickly plant