It's our anniversary!

About, anyways. My tummy ache and I have been together for a whole year! :D *fake happiness* Woo-hoo! It was about this time last year when I got my first tummy ache in this series...or mess...or saga. I call it "Episode 3: Return of the Pain!" :P Last year, between the 21 and the 28, we went to Little Cesar's pizza, and I got my first tummy ache...the beginning of Episode 1...Oh well, at least I'm not moping! I want flowers and get well cards to celebrate, cause if you have a year long tummy ache, you don't get "Get Well Soon!" cards, or flowers. If you have surgery or something like that, you get that stuff. IT'S NOT FAIR! *whines* :P *sigh* Well, I'm off...

*cue whiney voice here*

My teacher is so mean! I was supposed to write this assignment for Grammar class, and she gave me a B!! MINUS! *sniffle* And she said one of my sentences was CRAPPY! *sobs* Her exact word! *sniffle* she's so mean! She didn't even have any sympathy when I produced (semi) real tears! (okay, so they were totally fake...) WAAAAH! *glares at mother--I mean teacher) So mean. JUST BECAUSE I WROTE A BOOK DOESN'T MEAN EVERYTHING I WRITE IS GONNA BE PERFECT!

*Note this message was totally sarcastic*

Well, that's all, folks...

According to the doctors, I'm crazy. But you all already knew that. :P Seriously though, we've hit a dead end. No more. Nothing else we can do. My stomach ache will forever remain a mystery. They have found nothing medically wrong with me, but I think--no, I KNOW that it's NOT in my head. If it was, I'd have a tummy ache all the time, or whenever I thought about the thing that I was depressed or whatever about. But I get a stomach ache WHEN I EAT and AFTER I EAT. So that wouldn't make sense. That, and I think there's a girl with the same thing I have. I have to get more info before I know for sure, but I'm pretty sure that we have the same thing. *sigh* You know what, you'd think I'd feel worse than that, but I don't. I know that there's a plan for my life, and I know I'm not crazy. I know God's gonna help me. I know He'll help all of you too. Prayin'.

Dear Heavenly Father,

Please help the families of all those people who were in the World Trade Towers and didn't get out. Please, Lord, help them. Give them courage, and help give them a shoulder to cry on, because You know they'll need it. Lord, help our troops, our President, and help America to open her eyes to the tragedy of it all. Help us all to remember what we're fighting for. Please, Lord, help our troops, keep them safe. Lord, help my family this day, and my friends. Help Rae, VJ, D, Ali, and Xingu, and all the others that I didn't mention. You know them, you love them. And, Lord, please, please, please help the men, women, and children who lost loved ones that day.

In Your name I pray, Amen.

That's how my prayers go, today. Not exactly like that, but along those lines. I remember, vaguely, what happened. I remember that the towers fell while my mom watched news in the kitchen. It was Fox news. She watched. She looked at it, shocked, I guess, then I remember tears. I don't remember if I cried, I can't remember that. I remember that the news was on all day. I remember that Mom couldn't watch it all day, so she went to her spinning wheel and began to spin. She spun a lot of yarn that day, then knit it into a scarf later. She calls it her "9-11" scarf.

This morning, after I brushed my hair, I came out of the bathroom and looked up at the T.V., just in time to see the World Trade Towers coming down. It was a recorded video on the news. Replaying it. I felt my breath leave me. I sat down at the table and poured my cereal, trying not to cry. I might have, a little though. But I didn't let anyone see it. We left the house, right after three kids had said something about their dad who had died in the collapse of the Towers. The last words said were from the girl. "We love you, daddy." A tear slipped out.

Today, my friends, I take my hats off to those men and women who are serving our country. (Figuratively speaking) And finally, MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA!

Chapter 3...again :P

Albus was practically being dragged across the lawn by his skrewt as it pulled and tugged against the leash it was on. He and Andrea were sharing a Skrewt, Derek and Holly had one, and Peter was by himself, it looked like. Albus felt bad for him. He was so teeny, and that Skrewt really WAS dragging him.

"Poor Peter..." Andrea said what Albus was thinking. Hagrid was chasing after him and his Skrewt...who was now dragging him through the mud.

After the Care of Magical Creatures lesson, the kids quickly went to clean up. As they walked to their common room, they bumped into Samantha and James.

"How were Skrewts?" Samantha asked with a smile. Albus, Andrea, Peter, Derek, and Holly all glared at her.

"You were the one that yelled, weren't you?" Peter asked. Samantha nodded.

"It was completely obvious." James began. "I mean, she's the only one in school with that funny accent." Samantha gave him a look that said "snap your trap or I'll do it for ya." And immediately James obeyed.

"Well, we have to go get cleaned up, we'll see you later!" Albus said as they continued their journey to the common room.

The rest of their lessons went smoothly compared to Care of Magical Creatures. They had lunch, (which was very tasty) then more classes, then it was time for dinner.

"I'm not eating that." Samantha said as she eyed her food.

"And why not?" James asked. Samantha gave him a look that said "Duh!"

"Dude, it's Yorkshire pudding!"

"And your point is...?"

"DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT A YORKIE IS?!?" Samantha yelled. That drew the attention of everyone in the room, including the teachers. James smiled sheepishly then glared at Samantha.

"Sush!" He hissed and she returned the glare. "Just try it, it's not a dog, all right?" Samantha sighed and dropped her shoulders dramatically.

"Fine." She said. She scooped up a bite of food onto her fork and stuffed it in her mouth. Albus watched curiously as her cheeks were pudged out and she decided whether or not she licked it. Suddenly, she spit out the food back onto her plate and crinkled up her nose.

"You didn't like it?" Holly asked, more like a statement than a question.

"Nope. Are there any cheese balls around this joint?" Samantha replied. The group of first years around them looked at her like she was insane.

"That would be Samantha-eise for 'Do you have any cheese balls?'" James said. The group said "Oh!" at the exact same time.

"Sorry, no." Peter said seriously. Samantha looked at her plate sadly for a moment then glanced warily around the room. James and the others watched her suspiciously as she pulled out her wand and waved it over her plate. She whispered something Albus couldn't hear and waved her wand. Suddenly, a bag of cheese balls flew through the door and landed on her plate. Samantha glanced over at the teacher's table to see that the only one who had noticed was Percy. He was glaring at her and shaking his head. She chuckled then turned back to the bag of cheese balls and began to eat them.

"Yum..." She said happily. James rolled his eyes but reached over and grabbed a ball of cheese from the bag.

"Hm, not bad..." James mused. Just then, Holly reached for one, then Derek, the Albus, then Peter, and Andrea followed last. As they all munched on the cheese balls and other assorted things at the table, a large boy came up behind James and Samantha.

"So, you two going to be trying out for Quidditch this year?" He asked, putting a very large hand on either of their shoulders. He was tall, and wide, about the shape of a brick. He had short brown hair, and he was rather handsome.

"You know it, Wood," James replied while Samantha nodded.

"Great! I can't wait! How about any of you?" He asked the first years around Samantha and James. They all stared at him with their mouths open. Holly had just put a cheese ball in her mouth, so she looked especially funny.

"'Wood'? The son of THE Wood?!?" Albus finally spoke. Wood nodded.

"Yep."

"What's your first name?" Holly inquired. Wood blushed a little bit but it quickly fled from his cheeks.

"I prefer 'Wood'" He said quickly. Holly nodded then continued chewing.

"I might try out..." Albus said quietly.

"GREAT!" Wood boomed. Everyone jumped. He looked over Peter and smiled. "What about you?" He asked him.

"Oh, no, not me." Peter said, shaking his head. "I'm deathly afraid of heights..."

"Well, you can be moral support then!" Wood said with a smile. Peter went pale at this statement. Wood thumped Samantha and James on their backs then turned and walked back to his own seat. "See you all at tryouts!" He called as he sat down.

"This outta be fun," James mused to himself.

"So, you've ridden a broom before, Albus?" Samantha asked him.

"Oh, yeah, at home I rode on the older brooms alot with James and dad. I never went very high up though." He replied through a mouthful of food.

"Cool, good luck at tryouts then." Samantha said, then she and James got up and walked out of the room.

"Well, that was odd..." Derek said quietly. Holly nodded. Andrea stood up and stretched.

"Well," she began softly, "I'm going up to work on my homework, see you all when you get up there." She walked off and Albus saw a Remus crawling onto her shoulder as she went. Albus and the others finished up as well then walked up to their common room to work on their own homework.

GO WRINKLY WHITE HAIRED DUDE!!!

:P:P:P:P:P:P Okay, for all of you that have seen the silly Paris Hilton commercial, then you'll know what the title means. :P Okay, so I don't know how many of you are into politics, but whatever way you vote, history's gonna be made! McCain's VP pick, is a WOMAN!!! *le gasp!* Well, that's all...enjoy your day!

WOO-HOO!!!

GO MICHEAL PHELPS!!! Okay, people, the Olympics are now over, but the spirit still lingers on...MICHEAL PHELPS!!! WOOOOO!!!! See what I mean? If you didn't catch the opening ceremony, you should totally look it up on you tube. I'm sure it's on there somewhere. (and I'm pretty sure that the Prez of China is thinking "HA! BEAT THAT!" :P) anyhoo, congrats to all the winners, and even to those who just participated. I mean, that's gotta take guts. I couldn't do it. O_O Well, that's all. (GO MICHEAL!!!!!!!)