Ghost Girl

"Twelve years have gone to waste but the new me will never go."

Hermione Jones is having a lot of trouble fitting into her new school. The problem is, is when the people tease her, her siblings annoy her, her mum is always busy. But when the tragedy hits, her problems are all gone and there's only one new major dilemma.


3. Chapter 2

Everyone is an ignorant creature roaming round the streets, while im swishing, screaming or shouting. It’s like a cat walking around ants because the ants don’t care about the cat or even the other way round. The ant can be so small, almost not even there, like me, while the cats roam around not listening, talking, looking at the ant.
But I’m used to it by now, I have no school, no jobs, no running to get the bus, no rules, no proper LIFE…


Science didn’t go well at all.
Firstly, during a boring science experiment, my group said to me to hold the tube of acid. Although, while no one needed the tube or me yet, I looked out the window and wish I was one of those birds, flying, soaring, and being free.
But I got too caught into the moment, and I dropped the tube. Luckily, it wasn’t a strong acid.
Unfortunately, the teacher got mad and gave me a worksheet to complete within ten minutes instead.
Secondly, I got a detention for accidentally pushing a boy who knocked into a girl and she had a nosebleed for bumping into the wall.
Lastly, I started laughing at a picture from a lame science clip and guess what, I got told off.
I wish I wasn’t even at the school.

I can’t wait until this lesson is over, but I realise its break.
At my old school, Barden School, I always looked forward to lunch because my friends and I would muck around.
But now, I have no one to sit with at lunch and no one to muck around with.
On the other hand, I think I’ll be spending a lot of my time with charlotte.

By the time the bell rings, im packing my pencil case and books away. Most of my class have gone now but I notice, Charlotte is looking at me, sweetly.
Then before I know it, she’s next to me.
“Do you want me to show you around the school, we can get a snack too, if you like?”
“Thanks, I’ll come.”
So we both walk out, chatting. There are awkward silences at some points but we laugh it out. But Charlotte starts questioning me, “So, what school did you go to before here?”
“I went to Barden School, actually I went to six schools; Lavender Hill for two years plus Nursery and Reception, St.Maries’s School for one year and the same in Hallow Primary. Then I went to Tipton Primary and you don’t want to know why I only stayed for half a year (partially because I forgot). Then to Rosemoore Primary for a year and a half then to Barden School as my first secondary school for a year, well half a year. Now I’m here.”
When I look at Charlotte, she looks stunned but bored too, “That’s a-a lot of, umm, schools you’ve been to.”
Suddenly, I notice, that I may be boasting in a way so I create a new distraction to get us away from my embarrassment.
“So, umm, what do we have next, you know, lesson?” I ask.
“Oh, P.E.” Charlotte says, “I love P.E, do you?”
“Sure.” I say. We all know, I don’t mean it. I hate P.E, ever since the day I was born.
“Well let’s go get a snack?”
I nod and follow her to a hall with many kids and ladies with aprons on. And I’m assuming, that this is the canteen.
We que up in then line surrounded by year nine’s and tens. I recognise someone from my form and she spots me.
“Hermione Granger!” Her friends snigger behind her and I glare. I won’t cry though, I haven’t cried in a while, meaning a while in my life.




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