A few days ago I saw the trailer for the new Harry Potter movie!!  It looked so dark and evil and awesome!!  I HAVE to see it, can't wait to see my Severus Snape!!!

There were five of them.  They were all very nice except the gorgeous guy.  He won't talk to me.  Not unless someone tells him to.  He acts like I annoy him, he doesn't "run" out of the room, but you can tell his stride is fast, not normal.  He looks pained when I come around.  There is another guy and he is nice to me and he will talk to me sometimes, definitly more so than freako.  And then there is Sophia she came out of a gang in New York and she won't let us say her last name in public, because someone could be looking for her.  She is tough looking on the outside and can be tough on other people sometimes, but she's really soft-hearted when you get to know her.  Then there is Marie the brainiac, people take advantage of.  And finally, Terri.  The guys are crazy over her and she doesn't seem to see it.  She is beautiful and doesn't think it.  She doesn't know how lucky she is to be pretty.  What can you say about me?  Oh she has a nice personality.  That's a nice way of saying she's an ugly duckling.  No one ever looks at me twice like they do her.  But anyway, freako doesn't deserve to have his name mentioned so I will stick to calling him freako.  The nice guy's name is Justin.  The girl holding the rag over my face was Maria.  That was Sophia's apartment next door.  Maybe this won't be so bad after all...

I have had the craziest night.  I was about to go to bed and as I was about to turn off the lights I saw this humongous bug.  It was so huge I saw my life flash before my eyes as I looked at it.  So stupidly I jumped back and I forgot I was next to a wall....Long story short I knocked my self unconcious hitting the wall with my head.  And the next thing I knew I was on the floor with a girl holding a rag over my face.  I forgot the pain temporarily when I saw this amazing looking guy with her friends.  It took me a minute to answer because I was being a doof yet again gazing at the guy.  So she repeated are you okay? once again and I answered with the classic I'm fine.  What else could I say and not come off rude or a drama queen?  She said we were having a party next door and we heard this big bang and came to see what it was.  (Seeing as how I have an abnormaly large head and I never lock my doors I guess that could be possible)  I made up some reason because I could feel my face strarting to get hot over embarrassment of the real reason.  I said I slipped on water because had just wiped up something wet off of the floor.  So they invited me over for a few drinks and they introduced me to them.  One way to get noticed I guess *smirks*
                                                                                     "7B"

I usually love rain and storms, but not when I have to go outside and I get soaked.  The room I have is good, not great and not poor.  7B is now my reference.  Not a proper name.  Whenever I get a package there is no name just "7B".  My mom has kept a book over the years that contains her best recipes and she gave it to me so I could have a good meal once in a while and not have to eat out of a box every night.  Food is the one thing that won't let you down...you know what you're getting.  Most of the time.  Unlike people food rarely changes.  I've got a good view of the lake out my window.  Water is calming also.  Classes start tomorrow and now all I can do is watch the rain trickle down my window...
                                                                                    7B

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I forgot I can't scream, for a taxi , or any at all for that matter.  Since I can't do that I have to wave my arms frantically and practically have a panic attack right there out on the street.  Whatever works.  The people, or rather the taxi drivers, really know how to drive.  They go really fast, probably too fast and get the person where they need to be.  I just wish I could understand most of them.  I don't know if I should use the smile and nod technique because then I could end up who knows where.  Taxi drivers probably do their job to see the fear on people's faces.  Everything horrible that could happen is running through their mind.  They're most likely thinking oh crap, what if the man throws me out into an alley, and the scum of the earth takes me down?  I could be raped, pierced, mugged, anything!  Anyway.  I think I found the remains of a dead animal back here.  I scootching as much as I possibly can away from it.  The college I'm going to is about an hour outside of New York City.  Next stop Freedom University.

I always make sure I get a window seat.  You don't feel like you're in a flying coffin of death as much.  I like it when the plane turns down on your side, so you get to look at the land.  Clouds are good too though, it's amazing what you'll see in them.  The drink cart lady came by and while she was helping the other row, I took one.  Since I am only 18, she would laugh at me if I asked for one.  Like she'll miss it.  I didn't have much time, so I just grabbed the first one I saw.  It doesn't taste that bad, maybe it'll make me feel better...I'm going to have something I want for a change...I wonder who came up with the idea of first-class and second.  I get that they pay extra, but it's kind of degrading...squishing us back here, throwing us a pack of peanuts and a barf bag, calling it good.  Yes thank you!  Oh, don't you worry, I'll never be flying with you again!  Just kidding.

Waiting to board:

Whew!  If you have never gone through security before, it's like running a race.  You gotta take your shoes off, put carry-ons on the belts,(if you're a girl) your purse and all of your jewelry.  *Deep breath*.  One of my greatest pleasures in life is riding that little train that takes you to your terminal.  It goes so fast, and frankly if people weren't around, I would hang on the ceiling bars and have the time of my life...That cheered me up a little bit.  In a few minutes I will be off...oh and I'll try to think of the other thing that really cheers me up...the Beatles.

The thoughts and feelings of me:

Standing in the security line of the airport:

 Everyone has been giving me strange looks ever since I came into this place.  At least, I have a reason unlike some people.  Before I came here, I had to endure one of the most painful moments of my life...leaving my parents.  Leaving my best friends, leaving everything I'd ever known, my everything, and starting fresh.  I can still feel the burning in my throat and tears stinging my eyes and cheeks where they have trickled down them.  I don't want to leave and I don't think my parents really want me to either, but mom told me this is for my own good and that I can get the best out of my education if I leave and go up north.  I love the scorching heat that I am used to, and can count on one hand how many times I have seen snow.

 Now, I am left to wait in this continual line of perpetual misery, and to top it off, the man in front of me wreaks of feet, that have sweated for 10 years.  This should be good for me shouldn't it?  The line's finally moving, better get my ticket to hell out.