A Hogworts Tale.

"Madison! Get up!" Ms. Anderson yelled from the down stairs part of the orphanage. Every day, I think of how un-lucky I am to be here. How I'm different from everyone else. Except others at the orpanage. Why do I have to be here? I would ask myself in the morning. Ritorical question. I knew the answer. I remember the day perfectly, with every deatail in mind.
"Come on, Maddy!" My dad said. I smiled and asked "Where are we going daddy?" in an inocent, 5 year old way. "Just on a drive. Come on." He scooped me up and plopped me into the back seat of his small car. We were on the corner of Westmen Dr. The bright red traffic light shined down onto our blue car. I'd made a game out of watching the light, and yelling if it turned green, even if my dad had already known. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another car, going way over 25. The light turned green. I was focused on the car, so I didn't alert my dad. He saw it anyway. The next thing I knew, I was in a plain white room, strapped to a bed, with and I.V coming out of my arm. I sat up slowly, panicking inside. Where was I? Who was next to my bed in a nurses outfit? "Where's daddy?" I asked her, hoping she'd tell me "Oh. He's just outside." Or something like that. That wasn't her response. "I'm sory honey. You were hit by a drunk driver. Your dad, was hit pretty badly. He... didn't make it." My heart sank imediantly. Lots of emotions overwhelmed me. I was sad, but showed no sigh of crying. I was angry, but my facial expression didn't change. Should I be crying? Should I have clenched fists? Even if I tried, I know it wouldn't help. Sorrow. Depresion. The feeling that I was all alone. My mom had died when I was born. I never got to see her, only in pictures. I'm told I look just like her. Medium lengnth dirty blonde hair, and deep hazel eyes. Now I know how my dad had felt when she left him, only no one new came into my life. There was no happy side to this. I was going to go to an orpanage. Be adopted or be left with no real home. My assumtion was right. Only now, things changed. Like my attitude. If anyone called me Maddy ever again, they'd wake up the next morning with a black eye. I was no longer the happy child I once was. Even 6 years later, that since of lonlyness never left me. Even at the orpanage, I was outcast. You would think "These kids have been through the same things I have. I won't be treated differently!" I was anyway. Whenever I was around another person too long, they'd have something strange happen to them. They'd suddenly turn purple, or sprout a tail. This is why I'm an outcast. The kid who doesn't talk to anyone because she doesn't want to hirt them. And wouldn't want to talk to anybody even if these things didn't happen. Things wouldn't get better and my situation couldn't be worse. This is what I think about every morning, before I see anyones face. Why my life sucks, and how it won't improve anytime soon. "MADISON! I TOLD YOU ALREADY! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT DOWN HERE!!! I threw myself out of bed, dragged my body down the hall, and started another misrible day.