Lately I got aÂ very old book from myÂ gran.Â I never it opened becauseÂ it looked soÂ peculiar. Unfortunately,Â IÂ kept on getting a urge to openÂ it.Â Then I did. Nothing happened at the time. So I closedÂ Â it and never read a word. However since that day I had very bad luck. Nothing good ever happened to me. Nothing.Â So this isÂ how my ‘worst rest of my life’ started.
I was casually sitting inÂ my room watching television. Suddenly I heard the door bell ring. I knew we were not expecting guests. Besides, my room was a mess and I couldn’tÂ letÂ anyone in. My mum called me toÂ open the door so even though I didn’t want to , I had to. Once the door wasÂ open a I heard a familiar voice. ” Hello darling.” she said.Â Now who would have said those words other than my good, old granny?
“Â Now, I wont come in but I will give you this. It is a book that had been passed on for many generations.” she said.
” Then why doesn’t mum have it?” I askedÂ looking at the mysteriousÂ book.
“She didn’t want it.” she answered and walked away.
Once I got into my already messy room, I threw it in the corner. That was its place and I never moved it. Until that day.
It was the most dreadful day in my life everything was going wrong. I went to detention and got sent home because I started talking, at detention, to Michael (my friend who got me all in this mess). I couldn`t believe it. It was all his fault not mine! As I exited the school It was pitch black. The only thing I saw was one lamp post in the middle of the street. I started to speed up. My walking turned to running.
Albus Severus Potter is sitting on the chair and is waiting to be picked from the sorting hat, and is saying under his voice, ” Gryffindor, Gryffindor,” ” Gryffindor hey well then it should be Gryffindor.” ” Yes” said Albus. Then they all went up to their common rooms. What a good start. When your going Hogwarts; when your sitting down; when you have a sorting hat on, then you know your going to live in Howarts-a horrifying place- to live in.
“No one move, I thought I heard a scream” said professor Magonnagul. “OH NO! Bianca,” said Albus and John. She might get killed, and what will Hermianie think.
I could not wait. I was in the kitchen, eating my breakfast with Laura whilst mum and dad were packing. The stuffy air was clinging to my face like a scared cat whilst the taste of bacon flowed through the air and into my nostrils like a river. The sun shone through the window, blinding my eyes. Today, I was going on a picnic to Central Park.
In your mind, Angels are Gods helpers. They fight with evil and they keep you safe. But I think some Angels are liars. They want their own power, they want to own heaven, earth and even hell. So let me tell you what I saw.
It was the first day of half term. I picked up the phone to call my friends, but all I heard was breathing. Deep breathing. I threw the phone on my bed and found a mini skull with a dagger through its jaw on my table. I thought it belonged to my brother so I placed it in his room. As I went back to MY room, Â I saw the little object on the floor in front of me. Okay, so at this point I got really freaked out. I took the weird looking thing and threw it out the window. I composed myself and slithered into my bed, I was exhausted.
I had a nightmare. I was in a dark room with a dull tiny light. I saw my friends tied to chairs. I was in the middle of two tall tables. One had that little skull with the dagger and the other one had a bright silver key. Luckily, I woke up before I could know what happened next.