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[jennapotter]

i need a n o t h e r story
something to get off my c h e s t
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No class. Does that sum up how nice of a day it was? Jenna enjoyed the weekends, because it was time off from work, and she always had something she could do. She made sure she had something to do, so she could keep her mind off of what she should be doing, which is eating. Jenna barely ate anything, if she did eat. She usually ate something like carrots, or maybe celery. Anything healthy. But, you could rarely find her eating something, because she thought she was fat, and she thought that if she didn‘t eat anything, she wouldn‘t gain weight. She would lose it. Anyways, getting back to being off from school. She loved her classes, and she was very smart, but everyone loved having time off.

Coming closer to the black lake, Jenna sat down under a tree and set her guitar case next to her. The lake wasn‘t the prettiest thing in the world, but it was a nice place to relax. Especially since not a lot of people came out. Once in a while she would catch a couple people out here to hang out or to swim, but it didn‘t happen too often. She gazed out at the lake, her mind becoming consumed with thoughts. Thoughts of people, life, the future. She wondered when she would finally find the courage to tell her family about what happened with that boy. She wondered if she would ever be able to tell anyone about what happened.

In Jenna‘s fourth year, she dated a boy who was two years older than her. He was in his sixth year. A lot of her time was spent with him and she actually fell for him and his games. She thought she loved him and she was stupid enough to believe he loved her. The funny thing was, he didn‘t. He never cared about her. All he wanted her for was sex. Her being stupid like she was, she gave him what he wanted. After that, he started acting like an asshole to her. He called her names, and made her feel like shit. He was the reason she became the way she is now.

Hearing her stomach start to growl a bit, she shook her thoughts away and opened her guitar case to pull out her guitar. She had nothing with her to eat, and even if she did she wouldn‘t eat it. She needed to lose weight. That was her first priority. Placing her guitar on her legs that were crossed, she started strumming the tune to a song she knew by the famous muggle band Paramore.

"When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love if it does not exist..."

She started to sing, her voice getting louder as she got into it. Jenna loved to sing and play guitar. She has been ever since she could remember. She has a couple songs that she wrote, but she loved to learn how to play and sing songs that other people have wrote, even if they were muggle bands.

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my life gets k i n d a boring
need something that i can c o n f e s s

words || 554
tag || open!
outfit || click
lyrics || "Secrets" by OneRepublic
credit || i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0
notes || hey (:

[ameliamoore]

To be honest, there was no time that had the same feeling as the weekend. For instance, in the week there was not only the pressure of lessons, but you had to make sure you were up extra early, and that you had your homework essays done ready to hand in, and that you got enough sleep the night before, and that you were paying attention, and that you didn't do anything wrong, and that you didn't fall asleep at your desk, and that was a lot of things to make sure of, so needless to say that the pressure in the weekdays was felt by many of the students to walk the halls of Hogwarts. But the weekends. No, they were nothing like the weekdays. Everything was always so much more relaxed, and there was less pressure, you could go to bed late and sleep in, and then get up later in the day, and go for a walk out in the grounds, or just hang out by the lake, or even go down to the village with friends. It was just always so much more relaxed, and the atmosphere was always different when the weekend turned up. Amy liked the weekends for all these reasons. But then there was Sunday night, when you knew that you had homework to do but you just couldn't be bothered to do it Saturday when you had all that free time, so you'd stay up Sunday night, for a few more hours at least, and rush through that essay to make sure you had something to hand in. Or, if you were a little bit more rebellious, you'd just accept the fact that it wasn't going to happen, and walk into class Monday morning, essay free, and come out with a detention. Amy hadn't done that intentionally, but it had happened before, but then everyone forgets that they had homework at least a few times, right?

And okay, so maybe that wasn't something that you'd expect from a Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws were meant to be smart bookworms who's favourite hang out was the library, and who could tell you where any book was in there, even better than the librarian could. Am I right? But Amy wasn't your average nerdy Ravenclaw, who had their homework done the day that it was handed out. Oh, no, Amy was a lot more relaxed than that, and she was more likely to put off doing the homework in favour of hanging out and playing some quidditch, or just flying around on the pitch. Needless to say, she was on the team, and she loved being in the air, and she'd chose that any day rather than being stuck in the library, surrounded by musty old books that weighed a literal tonne. She favoured the feeling of freedom over the feeling of having superior knowledge, and sure, that sounded kind of nerdy there, but she wasn't really a nerd. She didn't even look like your average bookwormy nerd. In fact, she was quite pretty, if you really looked. Not that she cared. She was how she was, and no one could change that, not even if she wanted them to, not that she did because she kind of liked how she looked. She looked familiar. She looked like herself, and she was glad about that, it was kind of unique. She didn't care about height or weight either, really, she didn't let it bother her and she didn't keep tabs on it. Not that she really realised that her height wasn't ideal because she usually liked wearing heels, as long as she wasn't up there on the broom. She wasn't wearing heels today though. She'd chosen a flat shoe, because she intended upon a walk over the grass.

And so, trudging over the grass, her dress spilling easily around her, she felt quite happy and light. It was not a bad day, considering the month, and for once it wasn't raining, which was a good sign, and the grass seemed pretty dry too, meaning that she could sit by the lake if she felt like it. In fact, she fancied sitting there and looking out at the water, just watching it, as it was calming, and it always helped her think. Water really helped her think, in all honesty, but not the drinking kind, she'd never drink water, not tap water, nor bottled water, she avoided that stuff unless it was flavoured, because she liked her drinks to taste of something other than, well, water. It didn't exactly taste of nothing, it tasted boring and bland though and she didn't like it unless it was flavoured, or in tea or squash. Amy planned to take a seat under the tree, it kind of offered the best look, and shade encase the sun came out (unlikely) or if it started to rain (very likely). She came closer to the tree and noticed someone sat under it. She recognised her of course, as she was a Potter child, and everyone knew them. She was kind of famous, like the Weasley's, because of her family, but more namely, her father. Harry Potter. Anyway, she held no prejudices against her, even if she was a Gryffindor, so she headed over, deciding to say hello. as she got closer, she heard Jenna singing a song that she recognised, by the muggle band, Paramore. She froze for a moment, a half smile on her face. The lyrics, they were really heartfelt, she knew that. She'd half felt that. She wasn't a good singer, but there we go. "maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts, and we’ve got to find other ways, to make it alone, and keep a straight face”

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tagging jenna. counting at 983 words, wearing these clothes right hurr, notes fun times haha you nearly had will in this post but there we go, amy instead (: lyrics from fireworks by you me at six, credit emma

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