After being locked up in an orphanage since birth, 15 year old Amaya Miller, discovers she's a witch. She starts attending to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Amaya is struggling with more than she's willing to admit. She refuses to accep...
I had no idea what to do now. I had an hour. And I couldn't ask for help because no one can know, for some reason that I didn't understand.
Now I'm stressing, great.
I need to get dressed into a somewhat decent outfit, but make sure to cover my scars. No way in hell am I wearing a dress, but I don't know what we're doing so I don't know what to wear.
I screamed in frustration. I didn't have the energy to dress nice, but I had to. I don't know what to do anymore.
After a long time, I finally picked out a maroon sweater and black, ripped jeans. I put on some converse and shrugged. I guess this is good enough.
I stared in the mirror and wondered what to do with my hair. I hate staring in the mirror.
I threw my hair up in this weird braid/ponytail. It's hard to describe, but it's easier to look at it.
I debated with myself if I should do makeup. I hate wearing it, but it makes me look pretty, so I decided why not?
(This is what she looks like:
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I checked the clock. I had 5 minutes to get there.
I ran out of my room and realized that I didn't want anyone to see me.
I took my wand out, unsure that this would even work as I whispered, "Evanesco."
I wondered if it worked, but I still didn't know. It's fine, it's fine. Just get to the Black Lake.
I sprinted through the trees, until I finally saw Mattheo. He was sitting by the water's edge on the dock, staring into the water.
I walked up behind him, and I paused a few feet away from him.
What if he was just playing me? What if he would make fun of me? What if I wasn't good enough for him? What if I disappoint him like everyone else in my life? What if-
My thoughts were cut off by Mattheo. He turned around and beamed at me. I slightly smiled back as he gestured for me to join him by the water. I obliged, sitting beside him on the dock.
