I'M A LIAR, I'M A CYNIC I'M A SINNER, I'M A SAINT I'M A LOSER, I'M A CRITIC I'M THE GHOST OF MY MISTAKES
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SYNOPSIS.
Sawyer Lee is trying for calm. Really, she is. She's even started a diary to document her feelings on the daily. As much as she can be bothered to, anyway. Every year, her New Year's resolution goes something like this:
1. Stop getting detentions. 2. Stop getting into fist fights with people in the hallways. 3. Yoga. (Heard it's very therapeutic.) 4. Get Dumbledore's permission to finally leave the Quidditch team.
And every year, it just isn't working. Albeit, it isn't her fault that she's got a treacherous temper as short as a germ, and a volatile personality that's both aggressive and apathetic. Seven years and it's still a wonder to everybody, including herself, how she's a Hufflepuff, of all things. It's a worldwide phenomenon how it's so easy to rile her up, get her to lash out with unbridled aggression.
Then there had been that incident back in First Year. The incident that'd cemented her reputation as resident angry soul, the unhinged psychopath—careful, better not talk to Psycho Sawyer or she'll crack your skull open too. The incident that'd resulted in weekly counselling sessions with Dumbledore. The incident that'd landed her on the Quidditch team after her second year as the Hufflepuff team's Beater—she'd discovered, during flying lessons and Quidditch tryouts, that she had an affinity for hitting flying objects with bats—in an agreement with Dumbledore to keep her anger in check. Ever since, she'd had less outbursts. So Quidditch became an outlet, a necessity she couldn't leave even if she asked. But that didn't mean she cared for the sport at all. Her teammates, even less.
Honestly, at the rate she's going, Sawyer's expecting to be expelled any moment soon, and it's only to her relief that her mother doesn't believe in howlers or harsh discipline (not that it's really worked to quell her outbursts). Plus, it helps that her father doesn't know how to work one because he's a muggle. Her twin brother, Wyatt, is a different story entirely—they might've been plucked from the same womb just minutes apart, but Sawyer's pretty sure he's from a different dimension entirely. It doesn't have to be said but it's obvious he's the "better" more favoured twin.
She doesn't even want to get started on Wyatt's irritating, Quidditch-obsessed best friend, Oliver Wood, who's always somehow getting under her skin. Who, now, wants to help her solve all her anger issues while claiming that he can make her love Quidditch, make her see it less as a prison to fulfill her end of the bargain and more of an enjoyable sport.
