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Chapter 1: She Hates Me
"Why do you hate me?"
I was laying down on my bed when my mother told me I'd be switching schools. I didn't take it very well, clearly.
"Honey" my mother said, "I don't hate you, you know that."
"But you must hate me, that's why you're switching me to another school, right?" I said, sitting up and looking at her, she looked far too happy about my misery, so she must hate me, she has to, otherwise she wouldn't be smiling so damn much.
"No, I'm switching you to another school because of the incident that occured during the last week of the school year" she said crossing her arms infront of her chest, clearly she was still a bit angry about it.
The incident in which she is still angry about is me getting into a small scuffle with Gloria Hilden. It's not my fault Gloria decided to throw a big spoonful of mashed potatoes at me just because she was mad that Adam Rangle didn't like her because he liked me. It's also not my fault I lost my temper a bit smashed her face into the kidney pie, from there we managed to start a food fight, that somehow everyone got invloved in. Gloria and I were sent to the headmaster and we recieved detention. Not a big deal if you ask me, unfortunately, to my mother, it's a very big deal.
"You've got to be joking, it really wasn't even all that serious!" I said rolling my eyes, my mother was always making little things seem much bigger than they actually were.
My mother didn't look like she was joking at all. "I'm not joking, Sloane. Next week you will be starting at Hogwarts"
"Mum, you can't be serious!" I whined, "Look, I'll be better this year, I promise, no more trouble just please don't switch me to Hogwarts!" Now, I'm not even close to the begging type, but this was serious, my mother really was going to make me switch schools!
"I'm sorry darling, but it's already been done. Hogwarts is your new school." She sure as hell didn't sound sorry about it, that made me angrier. I glared at her then I turned away.
"Whatever, fine" I mutter before burying my face in my pillow. If she didn't hate me, I sure hated her.
She sighed deeply and said, "Honey, whatever you may think, I don't hate you, I'm just doing what I think is best" I could have easily told her thinking isn't exactly one of her strengths, but I wasn't in the mood for a huge arguement, maybe tomorrow I would be. "I know you don't like it, but at least try to make the best of it. If you don't want to do it for yourself, at least do it for me." She left my room.
I turned over and just stared at the ceiling, one thought going through my mind "She really hates me" I whispered. And although I couldn't see her, I was willing to bet anything she was smiling at how miserable she just made me.