Die Together?

[Yvonne Ramirez]

Yvonne Ramirez had a regular summer. She was ignored as usual, and she still shared a room with her eight year old sister. Her older brother was still in the house, and was having a hard time finding a job. When Yvonne found out her brother would be staying for a little longer she threw all his stuff out the window. She then locked him in his room to starve. Of course, for this behavior Yvonne was punished by no going on the annual family vacation to Colombia to visit her mother's parents. She stayed home alone most of the summer. When she was told this she threw another tantrum. Resulting in a broken glass table and the couches on fire. She was pleased to be at Durmstrang again. No older brother and no family to make her lose her senses.

Yvonne walked into an abandoned classroom and sat down at a desk. She happily slammed several huge books about the history of magic on the table. She struggle in her History of Magic class. Last year she was obsessed with potions, and this year it was the history of magic. She was determined to excel in that class this year. She had found out that when she was determined to do something it came true. Only if she got determined about building a better relationship with her family. Then her life would not be so hectic and screwed up. She opened a book and started to read it. She hoped that no one disturbed her while reading.

 

[Michelle Magonus]

Mitchie was angry, in fact, she was blind furious. She could barely see as she stormed her way through the halls of Durmstrang, her eyes were blood shot, cheeks streaming with tears, her voice was quivering and weak, and her nails were cutting into her palms as she scrunched her hands into tight fists. Mitchie was angry today because she had been searching for her father for ages, and when she found him, she finds out that he was dead, but also because she had just resently left a heated argument between her and some guy, they were yelling and screaming at eachother, it was insane. She passed people on her walk/storm through the corridors, bumping people over, hearing yells and calls of annoyance, but not stopping, she had one destination in her mind, the abandoned classroom, then she would smash it with her fists, just to release her anger. She was happy to be back at Durmstrang, but wanted to be alone, just for five minutes at least.

She opened the door, ignorant to the fact that there was another person inside the room, if she had of seen the girl, she probably would have left, not screamed at the top of her lungs. "AHHHHHHH!" She yelled, slamming her fists on the walls and kicking a chair down, she picked up a small table and throw it into the large fireplace, tears streaming down her face, her breathing heavy. She had lost her father, the person she had blamed her whole life, the person that was her ticket out of her messed up life. Now all she had was an Uncle, who had a life, he probably wouldn't take her in, why would her? He had another neice and nephew to worry about, a whole other family, he didn't need Mitchie to complicate his life. She slammed her hands on the table and sat on her knees, resting her head on the table and sobbing quietly, that was when her ears and eyes began to work and she saw a girl in the room and wipped her eyes, she was quite embarrassed. "Who... who are you?" She asked shakily, lifting her head off of the table.

 

[Yvonne Ramirez]

Yvonne was at least five minutes into her book until a girl stormed into the room. The girl had tears streaming down her face. She started punching into the walls, and then she moved on the kicking down chairs. Yvonne chuckled and rolled her eyes. Was this girl crazy? She then through a table into the burning fireplace. She sat back in her chair to watch and see what the girl was going to do next. She looked on with interest. The girl reminded Yvonne much of herself. Which was strange for Yvonne to think. She usually saw herself as better than everyone, and no one was worthy of her attention.

But the girl had interrupted her while she was reading. Bursting into a room and throwing a tantrum was a possible sign of madness. Watching the girl cry made her smile. Seeing a frown on people's face was Yvonne's happiness. "Do you have a problem or something? Are you even in the right state of mind?" she asked the girl calmly. She did not know what this girl's problem was, but she obviously had a problem. Not that Yvonne wanted to help her fix it or anything.