Dear wonderful fantastical amazing cool great and all around fabulous readers I am a new author (I can hear the groans) and I really need YOUR help please review EVERY chapter you read. Whether you hate it, love it or are plain indifferent REVIEW I really love hearing from people even if it's a flame I want to get better and only with your help can I.

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P.S. adore harry and ron but we all get mad at our friends sometimes as I said before back to normal in two chapters

I understand the first two chapters suck but hang in there my writing gets a whole lot better (this is not my comfort zone)

Chapter 1

I sit here listening to them, forcing myself not to cry. My hair covers my face not to give away how upset I really am. Why do I care that they think of me as just a nerd a bookworm a thing?

To them she wasn't a person, just Hermione. She was the girl to go to if you were failing charms or needed help with your defense against the dark arts project. But of course if you were having a party or a get together the bookworm couldn't come because it would be somehow awkward for her not to have a book attached to her hand. And nerds of course don't like anything other than studying and reading so she really won't mind.

Even Harry and …. oh yes Ron. I remember the old days when I was nuts about him. How I felt so nervous when I was around him, afraid that I might act like an idiot. I thought I would be like that forever…well I've been wrong before.

I try so hard not to be hurt. I try to convince myself that they don't really mean it. But they go and say something even worse. I am sick of how they treat me; they make me fell so inadequate and alone. When I'm around the people I was so close to when I was younger, I'm reminded that I felt so understood when I never really was.

The more I sit here the more my defenses brake down. The more I just want to let go and scream. I need to get out of here so I can cry in peace. I need to get away before I brake down and show how weak I really am.

I stand up and begin to walk out. Nobody notices that I'm leaving, no one asks where I'm going or if I'm alright. No one cares. Not any more.

It's quiet in the halls when no one is around and I can hear how ragged my breaths sound from not crying.

I let go of it all and I cry clutching my bag to my chest. I cry for my self hatred, for my confusion, for those I loved and for my anxiety. I need to get away before I hurt my self beyond repair psychologically or emotionally. Hermione Granger bookworm, nerd and seeker of knowledge is going to skip school.

He noticed the wordless exit of Hermione Granger and frowned to himself. In recent days she did not seem the obnoxious walking text book they all came to expect. She was quiet and never seemed to look you in the eye when she spoke. She seemed haunted. God knows what it could be. Perhaps it could be a boy or a poor grade but he doubted it. His guess was that she was beginning to first see the world for what it truly was. He didn't like to admit it but he was worried for the girl. He suspected something bad would happen to Hermione very soon if someone did not interfere. He did not like this situation at all.