Hello one and all, and welcome to my second FF on this site After the numerous "Ezra is so evil!" comments on my Cale story, I was inspired to write a story about Cale Newell's younger stepsister, so you know EXACTLY what is going on in her head, and WHY she thinks she's so amazing and can say whatever she wants to Mr. Newell. (And just to get all new readers up to speed, Cale is my current School RPG charrie) Since I'm not actually playing Ez at school, it will all be prety much made up stuff that happens to her, until we finally get to that fateful day when Cale graduates and I switch to Ezra So, without further ado, I present to you the one, the only, Ezra Carmelita Greenboat

PS. If you want to read my story about Cale Newell, clickie here. It gives you a glimpse of Ezra as well

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December 21st, 2065

Ok, first of all, you're not going to find any Dear Diary stuff in this story. Because I, Ezra Greenboat, am not some prissy little girl who needs to address a stupid book every time I start an entry. No sir.

Anyways, I figure I better use this thing, since my dad bought it for me the day I moved into this stupid little house in stupid Edinburgh. What was wrong with London? I was perfectly content there, thank you very much. My dad should have made Beth and her family move to London instead. Maybe then flipping Cale Newell would get lost on the streets at night and I'd never have to see his ugly face again.

Well, I guess I should introduce myself to you, a stupid book. My name is Ezra Greenboat. Actually, it's Ezra Carmelita Greenboat, but that is beside the point. No one uses middle names anymore. But everyone I know calls me Ez. Wanna know why? Because Ezra is a boys name. I will NOT be addressed with a boys name. It simply isn't going to happen. Therefore, Ez works just fine.

I am currently a 3rd year in Gryffindor at Hogwarts, only this year it's become Belle's School of Magic. I hate it, but the only good thing is I never have to see Cale. Honestly, I don't have many friends in Gryffindor--it's like they all think I'm a brat or something. Oh well, I am friends with this girl Faye, who is Mr. Newell's ex-girlfriend. Small world, huh? Back to the school, they teach us all these silly things like how to eat right and curtesy...a few habits that have, I'm afraid to say, rubbed off on me at home. Stupid Ministry! Why can't they just leave me alone?

I used to live with my dad in a flat in London, when my dad went and got eloped to Beth Newell when I was at school. I wasn't invited, but it's not like I care. I was probably too busy at Hogsmeade to go watch my dad get remarried. My mother, Adrianne, moved to Florida after my parents got divorced when I was eight, and I've been begging to move there ever since. I hear it never snows there...and it's hot ALL the time! Lucky Mum!

Ok, so...I think I'm supposed to write about my day now, right? So, today was moving day for me. I had to bring all my stuff into this silly house with my dad, and he's making me share a room with Theresa! She may be worse than Cale, because while Cale has the nerve to stand up to me, he can't really do anything to me. Theresa cries, though, and her mum is a sap so as soon as she sheds one tear, BAM! She gets her way. Ellie is like that too, but she's five, so I guess that's a little understandable. Anywho, I have all my things unpacked in the bathroom--a few of Cale's things got on the way, so naturally, I just threw them in the trash. It's not like he NEEDS a razor anyways.

Then, we had dinner, and he just CAN'T leave me alone, so we got into a huge argument, which ended in me, Theresa, and Cale getting into a fight. Honestly, what have I ever done to him? All I've done is been nice to him since we met, but I think he's jealous. Jealous that I am more popular than him. Although, he was going on and on and on about that Gryffindor Prefect, Anna, so I guess he has one friend.

Once we got back to OUR room, me and Theresa got into another fight about her books. They're everywhere! They're even in the closet--where are my clothes supposed to go, huh? I need at least half the closet, probably more, and she refuses to throw out any of her books, because she actually reads them. Eww. I mean, seriously, who wants to read in their free time when they could be gossiping or doing their hair?

It's times like these when I really miss my older brother, Slater. Slater is his middle name, because his first name is truly embarrassing, just like mine. It's Marvin. Seriously, what is up with my parents and embarrassing, ugly names?

Theresa is asleep now, so I better go. This may be my only chance to get rid of some of those books and make room for my shoes.