(In my 12th grade writing class we were givin a general idea called "What If" and told to write a story about a what if. This is what I wrote. Please feel free to PM me on it and maybe try a what if of your own. Enjoy.
In the boring moments of life, like listening to a lecture, waiting in traffic, or riding a bus our minds go in places our bodies can’t follow. They fly into our imagination, into the world of a movie we watched recently or a book we are reading. My mind wonders to the world of witches and wizards, flying brooms and cars, and giants and goblins. This is the written world of Harry Potter. This series is my favorite because I always wish that I could fly to school on a broom.
My mind wonders to the idea of waking up in the morning to the smell of breakfast being made. After getting dressed I walk down stairs and see the food being made in the kitchen, but my mom is in the living room drawing a picture. I head to the back door and the rising sun to take my morning flight to wake me up. After kicking off I head west to go to an abandoned lake because I love to fly inches above the water letting my fingers dance across the surface. I go up when I reach the end of the lake and go for a 180 degree flip so I can fly upside down to have a new look at the surface of the peaceful morning.
As my head gets full of blood, while the rest of me is losing it, I turn right side up again and head home to have breakfast. I get home in sight and see the back door wide open, a smile grows on my face as an idea comes to mind. I hear a voice in my head saying “Just fly into the house, nothing will go wrong.” I get down to a nice slow speed so I don’t break anything and slide off the broom right after I enter the house. My mom is no longer drawing a picture from her mind but at the dining room table giving me the look of death, which is not lashing for it turns into a smile with a roar of laughter right behind it.
When she starts laughing I find that my dad and brother are awake, out of bed, and at the table. They are both laughing along with my mom. Getting close to stopping, we all know that my dad and brother want to do that just because it looked fun and they would not slow down. The two are like clones of each other and think it would be more fun to fly through the house, not just the threshold of the back door. After all laughter stops we all enjoy our food in silence.
After breakfast the dishes are picked up by invisible hands and went to the sink to be washed by the same hands. As the dishes were being taken care of w went our separate ways. Dad works at the ministry as an auror, while mom stays at home and keeps it livable. My brother, Anthony, works in Romania, but is on vacation here. In Romania, he works with dragons of all kinds. I suddenly remember that its Saturday and rush to the fireplace.
Every Saturday I spend most of the day Diagon Alley with my friends during the summer. We meet at Florean Fontescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. While we eat ice cream, we talk about the up coming school year and relive moments of the year we just finished. After ice cream we go to Quality Quidditch Supplies to see if there’s anything new in the world of our greatest sport. If there was nothing new we go and see what’s new in the joke shop.
The joke shop always has something new for people. We love playing tricks on the first years who don’t have older siblings at the school already. The one person we love to mess with the most is the caretaker, Mr. Filch. The two places we get things from are Zonko’s and the Weasley’s because they have the best joke products ever.
In the boring moments of life, like listening to a lecture, waiting in traffic, or riding a bus our minds go in places our bodies can’t follow. They fly into our imagination, into the world of a movie we watched recently or a book we are reading. My mind wonders to the world of witches and wizards, flying brooms and cars, and giants and goblins. This is the written world of Harry Potter. This series is my favorite because I always wish that I could fly to school on a broom.
My mind wonders to the idea of waking up in the morning to the smell of breakfast being made. After getting dressed I walk down stairs and see the food being made in the kitchen, but my mom is in the living room drawing a picture. I head to the back door and the rising sun to take my morning flight to wake me up. After kicking off I head west to go to an abandoned lake because I love to fly inches above the water letting my fingers dance across the surface. I go up when I reach the end of the lake and go for a 180 degree flip so I can fly upside down to have a new look at the surface of the peaceful morning.
As my head gets full of blood, while the rest of me is losing it, I turn right side up again and head home to have breakfast. I get home in sight and see the back door wide open, a smile grows on my face as an idea comes to mind. I hear a voice in my head saying “Just fly into the house, nothing will go wrong.” I get down to a nice slow speed so I don’t break anything and slide off the broom right after I enter the house. My mom is no longer drawing a picture from her mind but at the dining room table giving me the look of death, which is not lashing for it turns into a smile with a roar of laughter right behind it.
When she starts laughing I find that my dad and brother are awake, out of bed, and at the table. They are both laughing along with my mom. Getting close to stopping, we all know that my dad and brother want to do that just because it looked fun and they would not slow down. The two are like clones of each other and think it would be more fun to fly through the house, not just the threshold of the back door. After all laughter stops we all enjoy our food in silence.
After breakfast the dishes are picked up by invisible hands and went to the sink to be washed by the same hands. As the dishes were being taken care of w went our separate ways. Dad works at the ministry as an auror, while mom stays at home and keeps it livable. My brother, Anthony, works in Romania, but is on vacation here. In Romania, he works with dragons of all kinds. I suddenly remember that its Saturday and rush to the fireplace.
Every Saturday I spend most of the day Diagon Alley with my friends during the summer. We meet at Florean Fontescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. While we eat ice cream, we talk about the up coming school year and relive moments of the year we just finished. After ice cream we go to Quality Quidditch Supplies to see if there’s anything new in the world of our greatest sport. If there was nothing new we go and see what’s new in the joke shop.
The joke shop always has something new for people. We love playing tricks on the first years who don’t have older siblings at the school already. The one person we love to mess with the most is the caretaker, Mr. Filch. The two places we get things from are Zonko’s and the Weasley’s because they have the best joke products ever.
