Tales Of An Orphan At Hogwarts

Tales Of An Orphan At Hogwarts

Part 1

A Screwed-Up Introduction

Name: Sarah Whiteman
Hair: Dead straight, brown, and usually greasy because the shampoo here sucks.
Eyes: Blue. Need I say more?
Skin: Pale, I don't get much sun here at Old Opry.
Height: About 5'7
Age: almost 16
Birthday: August 5th
Family: None except for some unknown distant relative who sends me money twice a year.
Home: Old Opry Orphanage, but if you ask me, it doesn't really count as a home.
Time: Been here for almost 8 years, tomorrow.
Friends: none.

Well, that's what I look like. That's where I'm living. That's how old I am. That's how long I've been stuck in this nightmare of an orphanage and that is how many friends I don't have. Got any questions? No? Good. 'Cause I've trained myself not to let anyone in, so you're not going to learn much more. If you're like me, then you won't care. Because I've also trained myself not to care. I've learned if you don't care, then you're never disappointed. If you don't get that doll you wanted for Christmas, Big deal. If everyone who knows you, or rather thinks they know you, thinks you're a bitch, who cares? Not me, that's for sure. Even though I haven't been truly happy for almost 8 years, I can truthfully say that I haven't been truly sad since my parents both died in a car crash while I was safe at home and I shut everyone out, either. Yep, that's the plus-side of not caring. The minus-side is you're never happy, which is a small price to pay, especially if you don't care if you're happy or not. Yep, that's me; Sarah Whiteman, First-Degree Pain In The Ass, total bitch, and girl who doesn't give a damn. If you don't like it, cry. If you do, then good for you. And if you don't care, like me, then I pity you, 'cause if you're like me then your life must Suck with a capital S. But truthfully, I don't care. Most people wonder why it didn't really hurt me as much as most people when my parents "left". Left life. Left me. Molly and Jonathon Whiteman have left the building and won't be coming back anytime soon. Not anytime, not ever. But I don't care. The way they treated me, they probably wouldn't have cared if I had died, either. I was more like an object to them, than a daughter. I was just something to play with in their spare time. Dad taught me Karate, Kung Fu, Tai Chi, etc. when I was only 6 and 7. He told me I had to get everything perfectly, or no dinner. Which is why I was so skinny when I came to Old Opry. I looked like a effing anorexic child. I'm not much better now. Mom used to make me memorize colour patterns, styles, what matched what, how to put on make-up, all that so that I could help her get ready for parties and so she wouldn't have to help me get dressed. I hated it. Every second. I had always been independent, now I just have a better excuse. Before it was: "I know Kung Fu, back off and I won't hurt you! I'm nobody's doll!" Now it's: "My parents are dead and I know Kung Fu, so back off and I won't hurt you! I'm no longer anybody's doll!" Much better now, don't you think? Yep, I think so too. Except for those pitying glances. If I cared, then I would hate those. But I don't, so I don't. They just silently annoy me. But nobody knows that, and I like it that way. Not that anyone would care if they did. I don't care that they don't care, and they know it. And that's the way it's going to be.
Some people think that deep down I just want a good friend. You know what I say? Been there. Done that. Those good friends leave as soon as you close up, as soon as you start acting a bit defensive. And right now, I'm 100% defensive. Not exactly best-friend material. When you're defensive, you have a lot of free time. When you have a lot of free time, you tend to get bored. Since I'm always so bored, I started to come up with random things to do. Want to know what they are? Yes? Good.

Random Things To Do When You're Bored

1. Sing... It annoys the hell out of anyone near you
2. Make lists of random things
3. Play the guitar... even if it is just an old acoustic
4. Make jewellery out of seashells, beads, chains, and string donated by the Princess Jewellers, the local jewellery store
5. Come up with things to do in your spare time

6. School work. I know, ew, but it's the most entertaining thing here. Sad, don't cha think?

Don't those things just sound fun? I don't think so either. But they're the only things I could come up with, so deal. This is supposed to be some sort of introduction about me, but I'm no good at telling my secrets, so I'm just going to tell you what I don't care about. I made a list, Interesting, don't ya think? I don't think so, either. But I'm running out of things to say, so you're going to read it anyway.

Things I Don't Care About
I don't care:
1. That my life Sucks
2. That my parents went and died on me right when I needed them most
3. That I've been in this awful orphanage for eight years as of tomorrow
4. That my parents died on my birthday
5. That Old Opry has drilled every type of academics into our heads 100 times, including some sort of magic nonsense. As if
6. That I get $100 a year from the only relative I have left because he/she (I have no clue which) won't come and allow me to live with them
7. That Mrs. Nival, the nasty little lady who owns this nasty little orphanage, is "holding" all of my money until I'm either taken into someone's home or turn 18 and am released. Only 2 years and 1 day until I get my money. Big whoop.
8. That I have no friends
9. That my only living relative doesn't like me enough to allow me to live with him/her but feels it's their duty to send me money twice a year. At least they remember my birthday.

(Talk about major denial, eh?) Isn't that way too long a list? And that's not even the half of it. But right now Mrs. Nival says I've got a visitor, so I suppose I'll have to make them go away, whoever they are. I seriously can't think of a single person who would want to come visit me, but apparently that single person is waiting downstairs for me. So, this is the end of my screwed up introduction.
Buh-bye.