Chapter 1 : The Similarities of Opposties
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Lara didn't even know Scott, never even spoken to him. At the end of the school year, yearbooks were out for sale. Lara bought one but, since she didn't have any friends, there were no signings. As Scott was about to leaver from the upper elementary school, he heard his name called. "Scott!" Scott whipped around and saw Lara. "Will you sign my yearbook?!" she asked estatically.
"Sure," he answered.
"Really?" she asked.
"Umm, can I have a few minutes?" he asked.
"Okay," Lara answered back, nodding her head. After five minutes, Scott handed Lara her yearbook back.
I have always been interested in what you were thinking, all of the time you just sat in your desk, reading your notes. You somwhoe, inspire me to be a better person. Well, I could say that we should keep in touch. But, we never knew each other at first. Have a great summer,
Scott," Lara read to herself, and then, just as Scott was leaving again she called him again.
"Hey, what middle school are you going to?" she asked. He came over to her.
"I got a letter in the mail this morning. Not exactly a middle school, but it's in Scotland." After Scott left Lara stood for a few minutes, and then dashed to her mailbox and in there found a thick piece of parchment.
"Mum, Dad, look at this," Lara anounced, waving the letter in the air.
"What is it?" asked her mom.
"It says that I have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Lara screamed ecstatically again.
"What? For witchcraft and whatta?" her father asked.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she answered.
"And where is this Hogwarts?" her father asked, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"I'm pretty sure, Scotland," said Lara, remembering the school Scott had mentioned.
"What do you think?" her father asked her mother?"
"I thought you were going to study psychology, like you wanted?" her mother asked.
"I never said I wanted to study psychology, you always said that to other parents to brag," Lara answered back.
"You already got into the middle school. Did well on the test, worked hard on the essay. Blow it all of on this, this witchcraft school?" her father said.
"I just don't think it is very-necessary," her mother said.
"it is to, me. It is important to me. It wou;d make me happy. Isn't that what you want?" she asked, then after a moment pause her father then said,"You're a witch? Are there jobs for witches?"
"Yes," Lara said, although she had no idea.
"I foyu really think it is the right thing to do-you can go," her father said glumly, unhappy about her next reaction.
"Yes, really!"she said ecstatically, jumping up and flinging her arms around her father. She was going to Hogwarts.