Post by Esmeralda Mendez on Mar 31, 2008 21:27:14 GMT
Ezzie stared blankly out the window of her dormitory, ignoring the familiar and now sickening sounds of the common room around here. It was a Saturday evening, so of course, all the girls were huddled near someone’s bed having the time of their lives to celebrate the arrival of the weekend. And of course, with the arrival of the weekend came the excitement of venturing out into Hogsmeade once more. Ezzie didn’t know what to think of it all. There was, of course, her therapy. Ezzie wasn’t getting anywhere with her therapist, and she could tell the woman was starting to hate Ezzie more and more by the day. This was fine with Ezzie of course, considering the feeling was mutual between the two very different witches. Ezzie really could not stand that so called therapist of hers. Now she was going on and on about how Ezzie could have bipolar disorder. Ezzie rolled her eyes at the thought of the madwoman. Oh, please. If I’m bipolar, then I can’t wait to see how many ‘disorders that lady has. Ezzie thought bitterly to herself.
And then a more pleasant thought ventured into her head. Ezzie could still see the rough shadow that belonged to one T.J. Turner. Ezzie reached into her pocket and her hands closed around the small plastic bag that contained what was left of his little gift. Ezzie had only used up some of it, and she loved every minute of it. Not like she remembered any of it. The finer details of the high were always foggy. Ezzie glanced away from the window and at the crowd of girls, who hadn’t seemed to notice Ezzie’s shadow in the dark corner of the large dormitory. She didn’t know if Casey was in that little group of girls, but Ezzie didn’t look long enough to find out. Shuddering, Ezzie looked away as one of the girls pulled out Witch Weekly, Ezzie’s least favorite gossip magazine.
“Let’s see what Holly’s got to say about our dear dorm mate this time.” One girl said wickedly. The others giggled; obviously still unaware of Ezzie’s presence in the room. While Ezzie’s body tensed, she didn’t say a word as the others chimed in with their insults. Ezzie didn’t care. She knew she was widely hated around here. Over the months, she had become nothing more than a loner. Casey hated her, and hell-sometimes she even felt that Carson hated her.
“Listen. It says here that Ezzie Mendez was found completely trashed with none other than TJ Turner near some alley way out in Hogsmeade. While there, she admitted to a number of things including an eating disorder, hating her life, and hating those around her. Well if those aren’t the words of a clinically depressed psycho murder, then I dunno what is.” Ezzie felt her fists clench as she glared at the girl through murderous eyes from her little corner. Ezzie had to hold herself back so as not to go ahead and hex the girl with the meanest curse she could whip up.
“Tell me about it. I mean, have you seen that girl lately? She’s like all skin and bones. If you ask me, the girl looks like she’s been locked up in Azkaban for the last five years.” Said another with a hearty chuckle. Ezzie balled up the blanket in her tight fists, trying not to burst out yelling. “If you ask me, I’d say she should be locked up. If not in Azkaban, then definitely in an insane asylum. You should have heard her muttering in her sleep the other night. It was hysterical. ETHAN NO! STAY WITH ME ETHAN! I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD, JUST HANG IN THERE!” Ezzie couldn’t take this anymore. She wasn’t just going to sit there while those blundering idiots laughed and joked about her.
“Why don’t you try saying that to my face, eh? Are you honestly that much of a coward that you can only make fun of me while I’m surrounded by a huge group of friends behind my back?” Ezzie snarled maliciously. After Ezzie was through, those girls were going to be sorry they were even born.
“Oh, well if it isn’t little miss lunatic? How are you today? I assume you’ve taken the correct dosage of your medication today?” The girl asked teasingly, picking up her wand from the bedside table. Of course, Ezzie had to take into account that these girls were Gryffindors. They were going to fight Ezzie until they felt their point has gotten across.
“Actually, I don’t take medication. But you might want to stop by the hospital wing. That bruise is looking absolutely terrible.” Ezzie said, her tone freezing the room in a deep layer of ice. “Where?” The girl asked worriedly. “There.” And with that, Ezzie dropped her wand and punched the girl hard in the face.
And then a more pleasant thought ventured into her head. Ezzie could still see the rough shadow that belonged to one T.J. Turner. Ezzie reached into her pocket and her hands closed around the small plastic bag that contained what was left of his little gift. Ezzie had only used up some of it, and she loved every minute of it. Not like she remembered any of it. The finer details of the high were always foggy. Ezzie glanced away from the window and at the crowd of girls, who hadn’t seemed to notice Ezzie’s shadow in the dark corner of the large dormitory. She didn’t know if Casey was in that little group of girls, but Ezzie didn’t look long enough to find out. Shuddering, Ezzie looked away as one of the girls pulled out Witch Weekly, Ezzie’s least favorite gossip magazine.
“Let’s see what Holly’s got to say about our dear dorm mate this time.” One girl said wickedly. The others giggled; obviously still unaware of Ezzie’s presence in the room. While Ezzie’s body tensed, she didn’t say a word as the others chimed in with their insults. Ezzie didn’t care. She knew she was widely hated around here. Over the months, she had become nothing more than a loner. Casey hated her, and hell-sometimes she even felt that Carson hated her.
“Listen. It says here that Ezzie Mendez was found completely trashed with none other than TJ Turner near some alley way out in Hogsmeade. While there, she admitted to a number of things including an eating disorder, hating her life, and hating those around her. Well if those aren’t the words of a clinically depressed psycho murder, then I dunno what is.” Ezzie felt her fists clench as she glared at the girl through murderous eyes from her little corner. Ezzie had to hold herself back so as not to go ahead and hex the girl with the meanest curse she could whip up.
“Tell me about it. I mean, have you seen that girl lately? She’s like all skin and bones. If you ask me, the girl looks like she’s been locked up in Azkaban for the last five years.” Said another with a hearty chuckle. Ezzie balled up the blanket in her tight fists, trying not to burst out yelling. “If you ask me, I’d say she should be locked up. If not in Azkaban, then definitely in an insane asylum. You should have heard her muttering in her sleep the other night. It was hysterical. ETHAN NO! STAY WITH ME ETHAN! I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD, JUST HANG IN THERE!” Ezzie couldn’t take this anymore. She wasn’t just going to sit there while those blundering idiots laughed and joked about her.
“Why don’t you try saying that to my face, eh? Are you honestly that much of a coward that you can only make fun of me while I’m surrounded by a huge group of friends behind my back?” Ezzie snarled maliciously. After Ezzie was through, those girls were going to be sorry they were even born.
“Oh, well if it isn’t little miss lunatic? How are you today? I assume you’ve taken the correct dosage of your medication today?” The girl asked teasingly, picking up her wand from the bedside table. Of course, Ezzie had to take into account that these girls were Gryffindors. They were going to fight Ezzie until they felt their point has gotten across.
“Actually, I don’t take medication. But you might want to stop by the hospital wing. That bruise is looking absolutely terrible.” Ezzie said, her tone freezing the room in a deep layer of ice. “Where?” The girl asked worriedly. “There.” And with that, Ezzie dropped her wand and punched the girl hard in the face.
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