“Come on Hugo, we’re going to be late!” Rose yelled up the stairs to me. I sighed, set down my book and walked out of my room. I hated where we were about to go.
Miss. Jenson’s Academy for Bright Minds and Quiet Souls
I’m not even kidding. My mum, Hermione Granger-Weasley, thought I am too shy. Yeah, me. Even though I’m fairly sure she was just as shy when she attended Hogwarts, if not more. So here I am, sitting in a muggle excuse for pathetic girls to talk about their feelings.
“Alright Bright Minds and Quiet souls, let’s head on back!” Miss. Jenson is far too old to be so peppy. I mean she lives at home with 6 cats, and doesn’t have any plans of marriage or even a boyfriend. I ran my hand through my curly brown hair and mumbled under my breath. My “Therapy sessions” are supposed to make me less shy, but they usually just make me come out feeling even more alone.
“How are you today, Mr. Weasley?” Miss. Jenson gleefully asked. It’s like she knows I hate to be here and just loves to make me acknowledge it.
I looked down and mumbled, “Fine.”
“One more time, Mr. Weasley, I could not hear you.” I looked up and her blue eyes met mine.
“I am WONDERFUL today, Miss. Jenson, how are you?” She seemed pleased, wrote something down on her clipboard and started to chat with Lia Barkenson, another Bright Mind and Quiet Soul. Is that really all I am here for? To put on a smile, and please my way through life?
“Hugo? Hugo Weasley!” I looked up to a flustered Miss. Jenson and questioning looks from my “peers”.
“Uh, yeah sorry. What was the question?” I ran my hand through my hair, something I really hated doing, but it was just so long. My pale skin and freckled face didn’t really help my look either.
“Is there anything you would like to share with the class?” Miss. Jenson asked slowly. She dropped her pen down a few lines probably to write something about zoning out and acting “whimsical”.
“Uh, no ma’am.” I looked down again. I was certainly going to get a report card for this.
“Come on Hugo, we always share, you never do. What, do you want us to think you’re a freak?” Jenna Bailey asked.
Why do I get the feeling Jenna that you already think I’m a freak? They all look at me expectantly.
“Yesterday was my sister’s boyfriend’s birthday. I got him a book.” They all stare at me.
“What! What do you want from me! I’m not going to say it! I’m never telling anyone what got me here in the first place! Just leave me alone!”
I got up and stormed out and around the corner, fuming.
I’m tired of being a freak show. That was the past and I’m trying to get over it!
Someone, please. Please save me from this place.
I wish I was anywhere but here.
What do they want? What do they want from me? All my dearest thoughts and feelings? Fine! Take them! I don’t want them!
My “perfect” family is anything but.
I want nothing to do with this life.
I am alone and forgotten, Please God, don’t let me be alone and forgotten.
So for the 5 of you who read the original chapter two....I'm sorry... I just really didn't like the direction it was going. So I rewrote it. :) That chapter may come up again later, because it was fairly adorable..Anyways, thanks for your support, love you guys <3
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