perfect prank(george weasley love story)

'One more day, one more day...' i repeat to myself. Let me introduce myself im Lex(no last name) im 16 and attending my 6th year at Hogwarts. Well actually im not at Hogwarts right now, i hav to wait another day. So i bet ur wondering where i am,who i am, who i live with...i live in a muggle orphanage. i don't know who my parents r(thats y i don't hav a last name) when i was a baby i was just dropped off at the doorstep until Ms. Jaff found me. She knows im a witch too. Growing up in the orphanage is...lonely. U know that kid in school who is always sitting alone, keeping to them self, not letting anyone get to close?? Well...thats me. Not that i don't have friends at Hogwarts, its just i have issues trusting. How can u trust anyone when they always leave?? ive been jumping from foster home to foster home since i was 4 until 13. Y did i stop being wanted...well il tell u y. Its because no1 wants to look out for a teen. They always want a cute little kid. Its not fair. ive heard them talk about me...they say "Shes so gorgeous, but i can tell shes trouble." Ya, thats what they say. always. im 5'5 hav bright blue eyes, long blond hair, and skinny with a couple curves. They're also right about me bring trouble 2. My friends at Hogwarts arnt exactly roll models. My best friends r Fred and George Weasely. i love them so much, Fred is like my brother while over the years iv gotten a major, huge, helpless, massive crush on George. Of course iv never told him. I may b be in Gryffindor where the brave dwell at heart, but that doesn't mean we'r always brave about everything. The twins r a year ahead of me while Harry, Ron, and Hermione r a year behind. Other than then i dont have many other friends...again with the whole trusting thing. The people r nice enough, including Draco. He is always nice to me, not in the flirty or creepy way, just genuinely nice. i dont no y though. There r exceptions of people i hate and they me, and 1 of those people is "Lex go away b4 i bash that pretty face in and make u leave" yelled Robert. "fine, fine calm down" i yell back since i know he will make good on that, he is 17and completely awful. Like i said, i dont trust anyone except Fred and George. i quickly run upstairs to my room, took a shower and plopped down on my bed. 'One more day, one more day' i once again repeat in my head exited to go back home.