Hey guys, it's Taylor. This little fan fic is going to be about the my Hogwarts RPG character, Taryn Moira Bennet. It's going to take place before all the Ireland stuff happened, actually, it's going to take place before Hogwarts, back when she lived in America. (at first...it'll get going to more recently, so you may see some mention of some familiarness. ) Anyways, let's just get this started.

August 23

These things usually start with an introduction, right? I'm new to this... Well, my name is Taylor Morgan Bennet. I'm nine years old, and I live in a small town in Tennessee, in the United States. I'm not really sure what else I'm supposed to put in here on my first day of writing in this thing...Mema gave it to me. She said writing would help me understand my feelings better... Yeah. Right. How can anyone understand my feelings? Er, if feelings is what you call them... It's not the easiest to explain. I'll let you know when one occurs, so maybe you can follow along. I can't be the only one, can I?

August 25

Today was Chris's birthday. Chris is one of my best friends. We all went out for ice cream. It was all great fun (especially when we pushed Austin's face into this huge tub of ice cream), until we got kicked out for "disruptive behavior". I mean, come on, we're 9 year olds, at a kids' ice cream shop. Not school. Anyway, that's not the point. A tradgedy happened today, and I think it was my fault... Let me explain.
After we left the ice cream store, Chris's mom took Chris, Caitlin, Anne Marie, Ben, Austin, and I to the park. Katie was there. I really don't like that girl. She's always mean to me and she picks on me and calls me names, and she's mean to Austin. Her friend Delia was with her today. Delia was even meaner than Katie, if that's possible. She barely had known me for five minutes, when she started making fun of my pony tails... She said they were stupid and childish and she threatened to cut them off! Isn't that awfully terrible? But not as terrible as what I did...
Well, me and Austin had went to swing for a while, and when we came back, we found Delia picking on Caitlin. Caitlin has been my best friend since we were in diapers, and she's always been a little small...maybe a little gullible and easily trampled on. So I came over and pushed Delia. And do you know what she did?
She pushed me face down into the mud! I was covered in mud from head to foot, and I got my favorite pair of white shorts, my pink T-shirt, and my brand new sparkling white tennis shoes completely brown. And then she stuck her bubble gum in my hair! (I had to get my hair cut...it looks cute in its little bob, cut short. But I despise it...I can't wear my pigtails anymore...)
But even all of this isn't as bad as what I did... See, after she tortured me, Delia and Katie skipped off over the hill side, and all I could think of is that I wish someone would push her in the mud, or cut off all of her perfect, blonde curls...or worse. When I finally felt I could get up off the ground, Caitlin and I decided to go take a walk around the lake, until we could find Chris's mom, to get us clean.
But we didn't fine Mrs. Mabrey. No, we found Delia. Delia, with her snobby little blond curls. Delia, with her silver and pink charm bracelet. Delia...lying unconscious in the mouth of the lake. I looked at Caitlin, and we raced towards her. Just then, Katie came around the bend.
She screamed.
"What have you DONE?!?!?! Delia! DELIA!!!"
Delia never answered.
Delia had drowned.
Even though this girl had tortured me, tears came to my eyes. No girl deserved to die. I started bawling. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd done this. Why had I wanted to push her in the mud? Why had I wished her misfortune? My friends tried to justify what happened, saying it wasn't me. But I know it was. I just know it. I talked to Mema about this. She's the only adult I can talk to....she called Mommy and made us talk on the phone. And I finally shared my feelings with Mommy. Mommy says we must have a "talk" about my specialness. Specialness. If getting people killed who irritate me is special, I don't want to be special. I'm scared to talk to Mommy when I get home tonight. Please wish me luck...