Post by Mary Jane Novicane on Jan 17, 2007 20:49:26 GMT -5
Mary Jane walked up one of the flights of stairs, and waited for it to chage around so it was on the right area before getting off. She sighed as she looked around at everyone else having fun. Freinds. They were just one thing Mary Jane never had, never would have. She could shoot herself right in the head then and there. No one would give a damn. She shook her head. It's because you're half blood, you know, she thought, That's why you have no freinds. If you were 100% muggle or 100% wizarding, you'd have plenty of freinds. But nope, you're just a filfthy little half blood. Even the other half bloods hate you. How the heck did you even wind up in Slytherin? That was the main question. How'd a half blood like her wind up amongst the purebloods? It was impossib. In frustration. she punched a random pillar. She gasped, pulling her hand back quickly. "Please tell me it isn't broken," she muttered, but it was swelling quickly. But no one cared. Maybe next time I'll shoot myself. Then they'd probably laugh at her. She merly punchd the pillar again, and again, even with the pain and blood begining to flow out.