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Joined: Apr 2011 Gender: Female  Posts: 16 Karma: 2 |  | Arithmancy Notes « Thread Started on May 9, 2011, 9:43pm » | |
Four years have passed since I received my acceptance letter to a school that should have only existed in a fairy tale. I’m a so-called fifth year student, but not much has changed, I’m still the same old me that I was four years ago. Perhaps a little more street-smart, a little more well known, and a little more dangerous. And yet nobody will ever know who I am behind this carefully constructed lie that protects them and me from the dangers of familiarity.
Do I do this because I’m otherwise incapable of letting others in? To ensure that nobody can find me once this fantasy of mine runs its course? At the end of my seventh year in this daydream I’ll disappear, and they won’t see me again, it’s all a magic trick, the amazing Chloe Faye performs her last spectacle. And poof! Everything is gone. It’s better this way, but why do I keep sounding like a broken record, a recording that’s set on an infinite loop? Do I even believe all of that anymore?
In the end Patricia, I blame you. For being what you were, for running away at the first sign of things going astray from that perfect little life that you thought you had. You didn’t look back, you didn’t care, and I learned my first lesson that life is never easy, that those whom you’re programmed to trust can and will betray you. Despite the emotional and mental scars that growing up without you there has caused, despite the blame that you deserve, or my hatred that I don’t feel is displaced in the slightest, I should thank you. I’m not one of those fragile little girls, mama, who let themselves get taken advantage of only to be trampled on when things aren’t good enough.
Was that a lesson you wanted me to learn?
If you could see me now, would you recognize me? Would you even want to? Chances are you’d find someone whom you weren’t expecting, a monster that you thought would remain that sweet little girl with stars in her eyes. You’d stop and think to yourself that this girl who looks so much like you couldn’t possibly be the little girl that you left without a second thought, who you could give up in order to return to a society that you understand more. Likely you’d have to turn around and walk away like the coward you are.
Not that I’d blame you for that.
I’ve come to learn that depending on others is just as useless as believing in dreams.
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Joined: Apr 2011 Gender: Female  Posts: 16 Karma: 2 |  | Re: Arithmancy Notes « Reply #1 on May 9, 2011, 9:59pm » | |
If I could properly title every single entry than I would call this one ‘the pocket watch that got away’, but seeing as how that’s entirely redundant, I won’t. Instead I’ll go on to say that waiting is not always the key to success, even when it seems like the most logical way to go. Had I simply went for it, I would be one rich person at this point, but alas I made a rookie mistake, and attempted to be smart by waiting. Load of bullocks it got me in the end.
I met a new person today, surprise surprise, as if Hogwarts isn’t loaded with faces that are new, and yet I have no desire to know them. Some sort of Ravenclaw girl by the name of Lyla, who must be part giant, because compared to me she seemed as though she were, towering over me like that. And to think that she was in a tree when I first saw her.
Dad had sent me a letter, and I was out by the lake reading it, when the squid caught my eye and as per usual, it deserved to be threatened a little. Anyway, this pesky kid starts yammering on about how I’ll never be able to sell all of the calamari after I deep-fried the squid (long story), so I go on to explain my brilliant plans. Long story short, she ended up sketching me, which I wouldn’t blame anyone for doing, and I notice that she dropped something glittery. Instead of casually tripping, or doing something to retrieve it… I wait, and then when she leaves, she notices it and its gone.
As if I would have stood around and been social without a reason. Bloody waste of my time. Not to mention that she didn’t even really say anything, as though without my input she was incapable of formulating a sentence.
I bet I could have sold it for twenty galleons at least, but no, instead I had to resort to scrounging up some things that were lying around. Who randomly leaves a left trainer in the middle of the hallway? HONESTLY.
Dad sent me a scarf though, something about how it was for this birthday, and it’s not even November yet… Not to mention that he forgot the last five. I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, but does he even care?
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