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They say life is all about choices. Everyone makes them. Some are trivial, everyday things, like whether or not to eat that eighth pancake at breakfast, and others are more serious
She glared. Dear God, she looks like Mum when she does that. And Selene. How come I’m constantly surrounded by frightening women? Do not even get me started on Nana Molly.
“No! Nick, you cannot get a pet platypus and keep it in our dorm!”
She shot a glare at me. For once, I wasn't frightened by this, but elated. I’ve missed being on the receiving end of Selene’s death glares. “If I hear that question any more, I’ll implode. Or end up snapping and going on a murderous rampage. It’s a 50/50 chance.”
Home for the Holidays
Here it is. The day of reckoning has arrived. I’m about to be murdered by my own mother. Goodbye cruel world!
Out in the Open
Hello, world. Meet the Potter family. When faced with the prospect of teen pregnancy, we just laugh it off.
Like A Spy
People should call me James Bond instead of James Potter.
Someone buy me a muzzle. Just put us all out of our misery and be done with it. I shouldn’t be allowed to speak. Ever.
"La la la, I can’t hear you!”
Books and Brothers
“So I had a phase where I didn’t like wearing clothes. It’s not a big deal. There’s no need to mock me for something past James did.”
Foot in Mouth
My nose is perfectly proportional to the rest of my face, thank you very much.
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