Lily groaned as Blink 182's "What's My Age Again" blared from the radio she kept next to her bed.

"Shit just great," I cursed. Jumping up I looked at my watch and counted down. "5-4-3-2-1"

"Ahhhh," screamed Petunia from the kitchen. Right on time I thought. I smiled as my pet tiger,

Heart, came prowling into the room. It had always been a tradition for Heart to scare the crap out of

Petunia on Lily's first day of school. In fact it was the only reason I even bothered to get up on time in

the mornings. To say that I wasn't a morning person was an understatement. There was nothing I

hated more than waking up to a bright sunny day and in my opinion all of those perkier than

necessary people who woke up bright and early in the morning deserved to be silenced with a large

kick in the ass. But seeing as how I was up already I got up and put in Simple Plan's cd and turned to

"Shut Up". After

turning it up to a highly satisfying volume I went to get ready for the newly found torture that today

was sure to bring. While I brushed my teeth I thought of how most people got all excited to be going

back to school, but I'm definitely not one of those people. True my school is different than most on

account of the fact that I go to a wizarding school. But just because it was different did not mean it

was any better. For the past five years I attended Beauxbatons a rather cutesy French school. I hate

cutesy and that school just screamed cutesy. All of the classes were nicely decorated and all of the

girls and boys were all adorably perfect. It was very sickening to me and I go out of my way to be

anything but adorably perfect. I'm not what you would call nice but I'm not evil either. Oh don't get

me wrong I could definitely be a real evil bitch if need be.

(FLASHBACK)

For instance when the most popular girl in school, Clarice or Claire or whatever the hell the

berserko Barbie's name was, anyway she tried to pick on an innocent little first year for bumping

into her. Now I have to admit that I didn't jump up like the hero I am deep inside but I watched

amused for a minute on how people were actually afraid of Claire. Then deciding that enough was

enough I walked over and cut Claire's little rant off by simply telling her that manure was used for

grass. Claire stared at me confused for a minute until I took pity on her and said, "I just thought that

with all of that bullshit coming out of your mouth that this would be a helpful little tip." If you can

believe it Claire actually gasped and the crowd that formed around me did too. I mean seriously has

no one ever set this psychotic bitch straight. But back to the story Claire just stood there like she had

something stuck up her ass and pretty soon I actually thought that the nut had died from shock until

she tried to save herself some embarrassment by making a witty comment (notice the sarcasm while

saying witty). "Well," said Claire, "Who like asked you like anyways." I smirked at how stupid she

was and put on an annoyingly high voice as I did a very good impression of her and her idiot friends.

"Like please just stop like talking and like trying to like form a like intelligent sentence k?" I said.

Then with a roll of my eyes I turned away from her since the look on her face made her look like a

cross between a cow and a baboon's ass. I tried to talk to the first year but our dear little Claire-bear

just had to make another annoying comment. She said, "Like why don't you just like run along and

like stop crying like the little baby that we like know you like are." Then I'm assuming that she

sneered at the first year or at least tried to but it came out looking more like she was constipated. I

turned to the girl but she burst into heavy sobs and ran down the deserted hallway. I glared at Claire

as she laughed with her snotty friends. I gritted my teeth, "Listen you bitchy Barbie with a 'tude

cause I'm only gonna say this once if you even so much as flick your fake blonde hair in her direction

again I'll make sure that there won't be one piece of hair left to cover that tiny little brain of yours

and when I'm finished with you not even magic will help you recover, got it?" She laughed and said,

"What like do you like think that like you can like do to like me?" I stepped close to her and said

"Barbie look around this isn't your dream house and Ken's not gonna step in and magically save you,

and whatever I choose to do to you even your father won't be there to save you." I laughed at the

look on her face "Oh didn't I tell you your father and I are old friends. So I highly advise you not to

mess with me or that girl if you wanna keep that hair of yours that is." Without so much as a glance

back at her I walked off to find the girl. I'd been searching for ten minutes when my magical watch

said I was late for class. Oh well, I thought guess I'll just skive off. About an hour later I found her in

a deserted hall crying. I sighed heavily and crouched down to her position and took her in my arms.

She just kept crying so I did something I rarely do for anybody but Heart and my band. I started to

sing a song I don't know what song it was but I remembered hearing it. At first my voice was a

whisper and then it grew louder and she stopped to listen to me sing the enchanting words:

Not much longer now
My time is running out
Please stop asking how
You make me scream and shout
I'm seething inside
Yet you can't seem to see
The bruised and the blistered
Broken side of me
You're words are rattling hard
I can't stand you anymore
Your face is like a dagger
As I walk out of your door
I've forgiven you before
But my nerves are running thin
You just don't seem to care
Because you're not going to win.

"Don't let them win," I whispered to her. Then I told her everything that happened between Claire

and me when she ran away. She giggled at me and got up and wiped away the last of her tears,

"Thanks for everything." "No prob, I said it's fun being a bitch to people." She giggled some more.

She told me that today was her last day here because she was going to go to another school because

her older brother went there. I said, "Cool at least somebody gets away from this twisted demented

hell." She laughed and told me that her name was Jalisa and I was about to introduce myself but she

said everybody knew who I was. For the rest of the day me and her didn't go to any classes we just

walked around and got to know each other she told me all about her older brother and how silly he

was. I told her all about Petunia and how we lived with my cousin Tammy and her boyfriend Ronnie.

She asked me why and I simply said, "My entire family is dead except my cousin, sister, uncle, and a

distant grandmother who lived oversees that I'd never met before." She said, "Oh." I guess from the

tone in my voice that she knew not to pursue the topic. By the time we finished walkin' I knew

everything about her and she knew me well too but not that well because I didn't tell her much. She

loved hearing about my band called Possessed, back home. She said that maybe when school let out

she'd try and could come to one of our gigs and I said sure why not? By the time we finished it was

time to go to dinner. When we sat down I noticed everyone looking at us and laughing. For a minute I

was entertained by how they thought they were getting to me. Then I looked up and saw what they

were laughing at, apparently someone had turned Jelly's (my nickname for Jalisa) long gorgeous

black hair into an extremely short pink Mohawk and she had the word loser stamped on her

forehead in bright pink. I looked around for the culprit and immediately figured out it was Claire

since she was standing up and bragging about it to everyone. Rage built up inside me even more than

it did the day Petunia broke my favorite guitar (that's another story). I was on the edge of explosion

and when I saw tears building up inside of Jelly's dark blue eyes I lost control and exploded. I can

honestly say that I had no control over what happened next. Not that I'd ever take it back. I jumped

on top of the table and hurled myself at Claire. I ignored everyone's shouts as I grabbed her by her

perfect blonde hair and punched. Now what happened in the next 15 minutes can only be described as

the most dreadful experience that ever happened…to Claire at least. Let's just say she got her ass

beaten very badly or as I like to say she finally got what she deserved. About half and hour later I

was chained to a chair in Headmaster Charleston's office so I wouldn't go after Claire again. The

headmaster took one look at me and sighed. "Have you any idea of what you've done?" he asked me

wearily. "Of course I do headmaster, I just kicked the living shit out of important ministry member

Mr. Stokes daughter, Claire," I said with delicious satisfaction. Headmaster Charleston sighed

again, unchained me, and told me to have a seat. I hopped on top of his desk but he said preferably in

a chair. So I hopped down and sat in a chair and kicked my feet up on his desk. "So, I said what are

they charging me with?" "They are surprisingly not charging you at all," he said. "Mr. Stokes, he

continued apparently knows you and said that he drops all charges and only wishes not to be in your

company, he says he's met you before and would rather not go through it again." I smirked,

"So old Stokes is scared to see me huh? Well after what happened last time I can see why," I mused.

"I'm not even going to ask, continued the headmaster, but you still have some consequences to deal

with." "Oh come on, I said, for something this trivial." "Ms. Evans after hearing everything that

happened do you not realize that you have not only threatened Ms. Stokes but also caused her such

excruciating pain that she had to be submitted to St. Mungos, the healers are still trying to grow her

hair back and with no luck I might add," he thundered. "Well, I said with a grin playing at my lips, in

my defense can I say that when I made a threat that Claire would have no hair left on her head and

that not even magic would be able to grow it back that it was the truth. So can I at least get points for

honesty?" The headmaster frowned and shook his head, "No you may not get points for honesty but

you will be getting expelled." "Really?" I asked slowly working my face into a smile, "You mean to

tell me that not only did I get to beat Claire's ass but I also get to get out of this hell-hole forever!"

"Yes," the headmaster said tight-lipped, "I know it'll be hard for you but there's nothing I can do."

"Are you shittin' me," I squealed, "This is the best day of my life." "Well since you seem so pleased

you'll be leaving at the end of term and then next year you will go on to Hogwarts school of

Witchcraft and Wizardry. The headmaster there is Albus Dumbledore." I stopped to think for a

minute I've read about him I think.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

I was dragged out of my memory by another incredibly loud shriek from Petunia. I spit out my

toothpaste. Now I'm stuck going to this new school which probably won't be any better. Oh well from

what I've read this school is huge as hell so maybe I can find an empty room to practice my music in.

The band will severely pissed if I become all rusty just because I'm at that school Hodgepodge or

whatever weird ass name they came up with. By now you're probably wondering about my band

since I can't seem to shut the fuck up about it. My band does just about everything music wise that is.

We play rap, hip-hop, rock, punk, metal, r & b, even pop sometimes. There are 5 members of my

band. There's Louie a.k.a. Spud because he's lazy as hell, Warren a.k.a. Slick because he's a ladies

man, Tommy a.k.a. Wheels because he's in love with his car (which happens to be a gold Lincoln

Navigator), Montezz a.k.a. Money because he's the math wiz that handles everything financially with

the group, and of course there's me Lily b.k.a. Dezzie, which stands for Destiny because the guys say

that I'm always calm and ready for whatever destiny has in store for me and they think that music

was destined to find me and flow through my soul. Spud plays drums, Slick and Money play base,

Wheels plays keyboard, and I am the lead singer and guitarist, plus I can play most instruments

worth playing like the piano, keyboard, drums, flute, and just about any kind of guitar imaginable. I

manage the band unless I'm away at school then Money takes over for me. What can I say? I love to

multitask. So as you can tell I'm always busy and on the go. I just wish that I wasn't on the go to this

new school. I know, I know, don't I sound like an ungrateful bitch. I love being a witch and

everything it's just that the magic in me has caused me too many problems. As far as I'm concerned

the day I accepted magic I gained a lot but I lost so much more. But enough depressing shit. I better

kick into gear, I gotta meet the guys before I leave. I almost forgot I have to give them that new eagle

I got for them to send me messages with (they know I'm a witch). Let's see what to wear today? I

think I'll wear that new outfit I made. I design and sew most of my clothes, the rest I just put together

at the store. I picked up this long-sleeved black fishnet one piece and threw on this great slightly

above the knee black miniskirt I made over it. I love that skirt because the pleats in it are actually

soft black leather with green frowney faces on it. A frowney face is well a smiling face that isn't

smiling. Duh! I pulled on a sleeveless dark green shirt with one of my favorite quotes that I sewed on

in black. It said, " Hoes my name ain't a dick so keep it out yo mouth". I added the final touches,

chunky dark green combat boots. Now what to do with the hair. I think I should put black streaks in

it. I snapped my fingers and instantly my hair pulled up into a spiky high ponytail with black streaks.

My hair is actually quite long so I usually wear it up. It goes all the way to my waist. Most people

don't know it's that long because I keep it up all the time. I guess now I should explain my looks to

you all. Besides my hair being quite long it's also a deep and dark red color, I'm not really short I'm

about 5'6, I'm skinny but not so skinny that people think I'm a coke whore, my lips are quite full and

lush if I do say so myself, I've been blessed with a gorgeous body probably because I work out a lot, I

have a four pack, my legs are actually quite slender and long, and finally my favorite part of my body

would be my eyes because they are truly a creation only god could've made. They stand out from a

mile away because they are filled with life and the fact that my eyes are also a combination of about 4

different types of green also helps. My eyes are mixed with emerald, jade, forest, and sea green. All in

all they are in one word breathtaking. Sometimes my eyes change different colors especially if I'm

feeling a really strong emotion. Once again though we're going back to the story. We're not allowed

to do magic out of school but I can do wandless magic. Actually, I have a numerous amount of special

powers and I don't even know why. All I know is that when I became a witch my mother, Anastasia,

told me I was special and that strange things would happen to me both good and bad but all would be

revealed when the time came. I trusted her and tried not to question my abilities. The only ones who

knew of my special powers was my new headmaster, my old headmaster, and anyone else I chose to

trust but I decided to trust no one with my secret. The powers I use most often are my telekinetic

powers, wandless magic, and my tranformus powers, which allow me to turn into any animal at will

and to become invisible at any moment I wish. I can also do other stuff but I try not to use all of my

powers. But back to my clothes, I need accessories. Obviously I'm in no way like any other girl but I

love to shop and create my own style and outfits. I chose to wear my silver ring with the black pearl

and emerald, then I slipped on my emerald chain that my mother gave me before she died (I never

leave home without it), and I added my black rhinestone studded chocker for visual effect. Threw on

some silver hoops with the word punk on them to pull my outfit together. Tossed on some edible lip-

gloss, and changed my nails to extra long silver with green stars. I don't wear make-up unless it's lip

gloss or mascara, my cheeks are rosy so why use blush, my eyes stand out enough so no need for eye

shadow, and lipstick is too dry. I slid down the stair banister and ran into the kitchen, made myself a

large cup of black coffee and was just about to take a sip when I heard a disturbing voice. "You are

such a freak," groaned Petunia. "What teenager drinks coffee and especially straight black coffee

with no cream or sugar?" I calmly sipped my coffee ignoring her. She continued her rant, "I don't

even know why my dad married your mom, she was such a space-case." My eyes flashed dangerously

at the mention of my mom, the cup in my hand exploded all over Petunia. "You Freak," shrieked

Petunia. My anger disappeared almost as fast as it had come. I rolled my eyes at Petunia's antics and

with a wave of my hand I made the mess go away, purposely leaving Petunia drenched. "Tuna, my

darling sister," I drawled. "You really need to come up with something new honestly you've been

calling me a freak since I was 2." Before Petunia could reply my cousin Tammy came in to make

sure I was gone. She rushed me to the door asking did I have all of my bags? With an irritated sigh I

snapped my fingers and everything shrunk magically and went into my shoulder bag. My bag was

where I kept everything. It was really cool too because it had black skulls shimmering in and out and

the funny part was the skulls were blowing raspberries. I jumped in my classic black mustang and

sped off to my band's practice space.