hujambo all! This is another HP fanfic,with my other OC in it,Elladora Malfoy,she has long white-blond hair and blue-grey eyes.
Elladora's POV
My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father alisema again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco did,and he swore not to tell anyone.
"What does it say?!?!?!? Elladora Narcissa Malfoy! Your a 15 mwaka old girl and wewe can't read what it says!?!?!?!? Why can't wewe be zaidi like your brother!" My father shouted. Anger flooded through me when he compared me to Draco.Again.I stood up,tears in my eyes.
"Shut up! wewe always compare me to Draco! Its always Draco this and Draco that! wewe always reward DRACO! Not once in my life have I heard wewe say anything nice about me! Your pride and joy? DRACO! Your golden child? DRACO! Your smart child? DRACO! Everything I do is always wrong to you! I HATE YOU,DRACO,AND MY LIFE! I wish I was adopted!" I shouted back.Turning around,my anger subsided,but regret filled the gap in a second.Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs,looking at me,pain across his face.My back began to hurt,terribly,but it was nothing compared to how my moyo hurt.I began crying even harder,I didn't hate Draco,not at all,I loved him.I ran past him,up the stairs,to my room.I slammed to door behind me,locked it,then collapsed onto my bed.
Elladora's POV
My father shoved a piece of parchment under my nose,causing me to look down at it.
"Read it." My father hissed.
Letters scrambled together,changed places,and floated off the paper,all I could make out of it was,"AMOYFL LGIR AICEFNS OPTETR?" I sighed in anger,rubbed my eyes,and glared at the paper.
"Well?" My father alisema again,throwing the paper onto the ground.
"W-what does it say?" I studdered. My parents didn't know I was dyslexic and had scoliosis,only Draco did,and he swore not to tell anyone.
"What does it say?!?!?!? Elladora Narcissa Malfoy! Your a 15 mwaka old girl and wewe can't read what it says!?!?!?!? Why can't wewe be zaidi like your brother!" My father shouted. Anger flooded through me when he compared me to Draco.Again.I stood up,tears in my eyes.
"Shut up! wewe always compare me to Draco! Its always Draco this and Draco that! wewe always reward DRACO! Not once in my life have I heard wewe say anything nice about me! Your pride and joy? DRACO! Your golden child? DRACO! Your smart child? DRACO! Everything I do is always wrong to you! I HATE YOU,DRACO,AND MY LIFE! I wish I was adopted!" I shouted back.Turning around,my anger subsided,but regret filled the gap in a second.Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs,looking at me,pain across his face.My back began to hurt,terribly,but it was nothing compared to how my moyo hurt.I began crying even harder,I didn't hate Draco,not at all,I loved him.I ran past him,up the stairs,to my room.I slammed to door behind me,locked it,then collapsed onto my bed.
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
