The Storyteller

April had a wonderful life until she got an abusive and demanding boyfriend. now her life is a living hell but she can't seem to bring herself to end it. when she goes for a walk by a train track she sees a boy standing on them, and the train is coming, without thinking she pushes him out of the way and takes her own life. when she wakes up she is in heaven. She is told that because she took her own life to save someone else's, she gets to return to earth to make sure a story that someone wrote goes according to plan. Her story is Harry Potter (lucky her) so now she gets to go be a witch and make sure everything is how it should be, but that is a difficult task, can she make it happen?


1. Prologue

A train track, a train, and then nothing. I woke with a start in my bed with that weird feeling you get when you fall off of something in a dream, but it feels like you actually did fall. Which was weird, because I hadn't fallen off of anything, just a train and nothing.

I sat up, stretched and looked around my room. It was light outside so I could see myself in my mirror across my bed. I had long fire red hair and blue eyes with very pale skin and very light freckles. Not meaning to sound full of myself, I have a perfect body. Tall with good hips and not a bad rack. Skinny and sexy, and not afraid to admit it, I am 15.

It's all gone to waste though, from hugely popular to the slutty whore who has sex at the blow of a whistle. At least that's way everyone else sees me now, and it's really not my fault.

I transferred to my current school 2 years ago. I heard it was pure hell for the outcasts until I had the guts to stand up for the least popular kid in the school, Carl Mertas. That "poor" kid was subject to constant physical, emotional and verbal abuse. After I stopped the tools from almost beating him up. All bulling was stopped. All bullies were shut down by other people because "I" said it was wrong.

I think the only reason those bullies were shut down though was because I was popular. That is everything at my school. People will steal a woman's child if the top of the line says to.

No more bullies, sounds great, right? Not my end of it. Because I turned around Carl's life, he returned the favor and turned mine around as well.

Carl was a decent looking guy; tall with bleached looking blonde hair and blue eyes. It was also painfully obvious he had muscles, which would explain why he was always beaten up by people in groups.


There was look of him though that read I am a gentle person, so I didn't understand why he was being bullied. Something just made you trust him. Perhaps his round face and watery eyes, or his gentle, soft lips. But somehow when I first laid eyes on him. I wanted to be his friend, with no explanation or reason. No, I wanted to be more than friends, I wanted his arms around me, to feel him close to me.

It was a great mistake to stand up for that jackass. He deserves to rot in hell!!! I can't even describe the first time I met him, which was the bully free day that I started. It's just too painful to revisit.

All that you need to know is I ruined my life by asking him out. After I saved him I asked him if he was OK, and if he wanted to sit with me and my friends at lunch. He turned me down, which wasn't horrible, because I got to talk about him with my friends at lunch.

"He was so nice . . . and handsome." After that sentence I had a mental image of me and him just kissing.

"Come on April, I usually agree with you on most things, but that guy, if you ever get into a conversation with him he treats you like you are a lesser person than him." Jennifer told me in a stern voice.

I shook my head, "No, he didn't treat me like that. He was amazing."

"I wouldn't count on it. But if you want to be with him, and don't deny it it's written all over your face, then you be with him. I just hope you are right. He wasn't popular for a reason."

He was so exited for our first date. He would tell me every day between that day I asked him on Monday and the date on Friday that was our planned date that he was so exited. We went ice-skating, and he just seemed to light up when we talked. He seemed so sincere, and sweet. I dunno what it was, he failed at everything that date. The ice-skating, the way he got all choked up when we talked, the way he blushed. It was cute. I liked it.

We both knew it was 'real' when I finally tripped up and he caught me. He said so nicely and sarcasticly "looks like its my turn to save you." We both just kinda stood there, glancing between each others eyes and lips. It was painfully obvious he was looking for a kiss, and so was I. It seemed to be an eternity before our lips touched, but well worth it. He was so gentle, and soft. We both just seemed to move. We both pulled away at the same time and just looked at each other and smiled, and went right back at it.

We both musta looked really stupid and weird, just kissing right there in the middle of an ice-skating rink. I was never really sure if anyone said anything, Carl said someone shouted out get a room, but I never heard them.

We once again pulled away instinctively and kept on skating. I felt all warm inside, as though my heart had a tiny little flame inside it. We were holding hands and just moved forward, avoiding each others gaze, just staring at the ground a few feet in front. I smiled and bit rubbed my lips together. We were in love, then it all went horribly wrong.

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