A Whole New World (a hogwarts story)

"MICHELLEE!!!"
"What, Mom?" you yelled back.
"You have some mail!" Your mom said, exasperated. She had been spazzing ever since the beginning of summer for some reason.
"I'll be right back, Daniella." You said to your best friend, who was laying on your bed. You guys had been best friends for nearly 6 years. Lately, you two had been so sad that you had to start high school at different schools: Her at some boarding school in England her brother went to, and you to the local high school.
You walk into the kitchen, and picked up a yellowish square envelope, and open it. As you read through, you look around, expecting there to be a camera. According to this envelope, you had been accepted into some school called "Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardy," whatever that was.
"Hey, Mom, who is this from?" you ask, suspiciously.
"What? What does it say?" your mom said, seeming both excited, and scared.
"Well it says I've been accepted into some magic school or something in ENGLAND."
"OH MY GOD NO WAY!!!" Said Daniella. She came running into the kitchen from your room, which were side by side. "It's real!! That's where I'm going this year!"
You looked at your mom, who had a big smile on her face. "Michelle, I didn't want to tell you. But I'm a witch. Your father isn't though, he's a Muggle."
"Muggle?" you ask.
"It's the word for a non magic person! Oh, sweetie, this is just great!! I mean the plane ride will be long, and we'll have to go across the ocean just to get the supplies, but I suppose I can apparate... Daniella, when are you and your family going?" Said your mom.
"In two weeks. Oh, Michelle, this is awesome!!! John says Hogwarts is sooo much fun!"
John, Danielle's brother, was a year ahead of you two. Apparently this was the school he loved so much. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!" you yell, your short temper near breaking point. "What do you mean, I'm a witch? How is this real?"
"Honey, I'm a witch. I couldn't believe it, either. I'm Muggleborn, which means your grandparents aren't magic. Hogwarts is a place where you will learn how to do magic, and learn spells and such! You're going to be a great witch, I'm sure of it... Now we'll need to get you robes, text books, a wand... Oh I can't believe my little girl is getting a wand! And I suppose we should get you an owl so we can stay in contact..."
Your mind was spinning. You ran your hair through your straightened dark brown hair, and closed you deep blue eyes. "Well... OK... I guess I'll go!" You smiled. If this was real, it sounded pretty cool!
TWO WEEKS LATER
"OK so here's how you do it." Mr.Murphy said, "Just take a pinch of this stuff, it's called 'Floo Powder' and throw it into the fire. Step into the fireplace, and say loudly and clearly DIAGON ALLEY. You'll probably be fine, but just in case, I'll go ahead of you and wait." With a swish of a long, black robe that he was wearing, which looked quite odd on him instead of the usual Polo shirts and jeans, he was gone into the fire.
You took a pinch of the green powder, threw it into the bright, green flames, and said "DIAGON ALLEY." As soon as you stepped in, you felt extremely claustrophobic. You couldn't breathe, and you doubt you would have wanted to with all the soot that was flying around. But it was over as soon as it had started, it seemed. You stepped out of the fireplace, and were caught by Mr.Murphy.
"Alright, then? Ahh, here are the rest of them..." He said as Daniella, John, Mrs.Murphy, and your mother and father walked out. "Well OK then. Let's head off to Madam Malkin's for robes, shall we?"
And with that, the adults started walking, while you, Daniella and John walked excitedly behind.
"I can't belive you're going, too." Said John. "I hope you guys are in Gryffindor, like me. It's the best house!"
"Yeah, right!" Said a voice from behind you. "I'd rather go home than be in that sad excuse for a house! Even Hufflepuff would be better!" The boy spoke in a British accent. He had the lightest blonde hair you'd ever seen, and had cold, grey eyes. You had to admit, he was pretty cute, but he seemed really arrogant.
"Oh, yeah? Well I suppose you're hoping to be in scummy Slytherin, then. Have fun cursing eachother." Said John, who looked heated. "Geez, Slytherins can be so annoying. Well anyway, there are four houses. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Gryffindor is where the brave are, Ravenclaw is for the super smart people, Hufflepuffs are usually really really happy and hardworking, stupid brownnosers... and SLytherins... well alot of them are like that jack-"
"OY!!! JOHN!!!" A voice shouted. It was coming from a black boy and two stocky red haired boys who were identical. As they drew nearer to John, he ran up to them and gave them high fives. Following the three newcomers was a tall, gangly boy with equally as vibrant hair as the twins, but had a taller, leaner body. He was pretty cute, but looked out of place. He wandered over to you and Daniella.
"Hi, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley," he said, his ears getting red as he looked from you to Daniella, "wow- Umm sorry hi. I'm going to Hogwarts for the first time, too."
Daniella giggled, her hazel green eyes twinkling, a sure sign she was going to flirt. You thought that Daniella was prettier than you, but you could tell that boys checked both of you out when you were together.
As the afternoon wore on, you finally had everything you needed: A wand made of vine and a strand of phoenix tailfeather, a huge stack of thick books, a potion making kit, and a pitch black owl you'd decided to name Rupert, after a horse you'd loved to ride when you were a kid. Daniella had the same stuff as you, except her wand was holly and unicorn, and her owl was a bright tawny color. She had joked that the black owls were too 'emo' for her taste. You couldn't wait for September 1st, when the Hogwarts train would leave. You still couldn't believe this was even real. As your parents drove back to a pub called "The Leaky Cauldron" which was where you and the Murphys were staying for the next five days, you drifted off to sleep.