I HATE LOSING DATES TO SAVANNA AGHHH
One day, in the year of 2011, when Dess was 9, she decided to write a book. A Harry Potter book, to be exact.
2011 Dess thought it was amazing.
2016 Dess does not.
Here it is, with all original punctuation and spelling errors!
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Prologue:
This is the story of the best (and craziest) idea of my life. And it starts with my ear-piercing scream. (Tangled much?) Now listen, if you don't know what that is, Wow. You have never heard it? You have, you just don't know it. Anyways, on with the story. (What story?)
Chapter 1
"EEEEEEEEEE!" I woke up screaming. Hermione was gone! (Getting straight to the action!) I sounded the alarm. About five people came running. Two of them I did not need, Fred and George. Always pulling tricks on me and Hermione. I gave them the stinkeye. (jeez) "Okay, okay, we surrender!" they shouted. "Good! Now for you three!" I said to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. (This makes me want to barf. I can't. I can't post anymore. I'm sorry, Savanna. I'm sorry, Eruva. This is it. I can't.)
