Hi, my name is Angela Uriah Strong, though I consider Uriah a boys name, so I don't really tell anyone about it. So as far as you know, I don't have a middle name.
And I never go by Angie or one of those stupid nicknames because I hate them. My name is Angela. What's the problem with spelling out my full name and saying Angela. It's not that hard.
I'm a potato. Kidding, I'm a girl.
I'm 12 years old.
I was born on April 11, so that date is very important to me. It's this magical day and whenever it's mentioned or noted I get all happy inside, like I'm, I don't know, special.
This is my second year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is not a lie, for it be true, Ravenclaw is where I belong.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm everything. Not like bi-polar, but I'm special. I'm going to share six of my bigger qualities, but this by no means, is all of them. Dear God, no. So first off, I'm a rebel, always have been, always will. I like going against the grain, doing my own thing, swimming upstream, and all the other metaphors for being rebellious. I've learned to control my animosity toward authoritative figures, but I remember once in Kindergarten or something, there used to be the 'discipline corner' otherwise known as my summer home. They put me in the corner for twenty minutes, and I thought it was totally unfair, so while the teacher had her back turned, I walked out the door. I was in the big girl's bathroom when they found me half an hour later.
Two. I'm a creative, detail and goal-oriented human being. When I know what I want, it's mine, I'll get it any way possible, and back off because once it's mine you're not getting it back.
Three. I'm especially affectionate to the people I love, and selfish with them. When you're a stranger, I'm not sure what to do with you, and I might come off as cold, but when I get to know you and if I like you, I'll be like a kitten coming to rub up against your leg. And I'll always want to spend time with you, always, always, always. I like the attention people give me.
Four. I'm reliable, but I'm not punctual. I mean, yes, I've made it to class on time most of my life, but if it's anything else, I'll be five, ten, twenty minutes late and I won't care. But if I say I'm going to have twenty puppies in my car when I get there, there will be twenty puppies in my car. I do my homework, all of it, everyday. I'm not sure when I find the time, and I procrastinate, but it gets done.
Five. I'm guarded. I don't let just anyone into my personal secrets and life, you have to earn your way there, and even then it's not a 100% fact that you'll hear the whole story. My whole life has been keeping the walls up, and so far they haven't been cracked yet. I guess that also means that I'm not friendly, which is true, I'm not looking to have fifty million friends. Five, six, maybe.
Six. I'm a lot of work, in every aspect of my life.
My background story is uninteresting to say the least. I have no outstanding memories, nothing that comes out and grabs you and tells you a tragic tale or heroic battle. I was born on Easter, and it was raining outside, my mother tells me every year. When I was five, my birthday fell on Easter again. Big whoop-de-doo.
My parents are both wizards, so the strange things that happened were a part of my life, and we knew what was happening. It wasn't hard to figure out after the fluffy incident, but I never liked that cat in the first place. My mother's father was muggle-born, and her mother was a wizard, and my father's father was muggle-born and his mother was a wizard. I would have been perfectly fine as a wizard, but they wanted me to be introduced to things in their childhood, so they bought a television and sent me to school. Against their better judgment, I suppose, because ever since Darren Thomas told me he liked me, someone's pencil disappears from their hands as they write and smack him on the back of the head. Every hour on the hour.
TV was a big mistake. Before TV I was an active kid who did all of my things outside, and now, well I don't. I'm still pretty athletic, though. They should have never let me watch it. God, I spend hours with that thing. Once I stumbled upon the 100 channels that hold American TV shows, I was gone. My parents often ask me what the lure of TV is, and I have yet to come up with an answer. I just, don't know. They make me feel important, like I belong. This notion probably comes from the lack of friends and the fact that my parents work a lot.
A bit of added history: Angela's parents were in Hufflepuff, both of them, making her parents the first generation of Strong in Hufflepuff. Before that, her mother's great-grandmother, and all children after that had been in Hufflepuff-the five generations of Hayden-until Angela. Her grandmother on her father's side was a Gryffindor. Both her grandfather's had been muggles, but her mother's father had taken the Hayden name.
I enjoy life. Along with that, I love TV yeah, and before that, I read books. I used to have a poster on my wall that said 'I sniff books' before I found Ryan Cartwright and put him up over that. Remember that movie, Finding Nemo? That. Puppies, but who doesn't. They're cute. Swimming. I love swimming. I spend hours in pools.
I despise life, ugh. Crying, whether it be me, or someone else. I don't know how to handle it, and I just do things wrong. The worst feeling in the world is feeling alone. The stupid people of the world. The annoying people of the world. When people talk like a baby. Running. Music, yeah. Most of the time, noise is annoying and you know how I feel about the annoying. I don't like music.
I look like this, the horrible one time known as last week, when that I dyed my hair blue, ugh. My parents weren't happy either, though, so I put it in the win column.
My wand is a rigid, spiral shaft, Willow, with a Fox Fur core, 10 and 1/2 inches.
My pet is a right here. A mouse named Dave Rygalski after that American show, but I just call him Dave because it's short and sweet.
And I never go by Angie or one of those stupid nicknames because I hate them. My name is Angela. What's the problem with spelling out my full name and saying Angela. It's not that hard.
I'm a potato. Kidding, I'm a girl.
I'm 12 years old.
I was born on April 11, so that date is very important to me. It's this magical day and whenever it's mentioned or noted I get all happy inside, like I'm, I don't know, special.
This is my second year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is not a lie, for it be true, Ravenclaw is where I belong.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm everything. Not like bi-polar, but I'm special. I'm going to share six of my bigger qualities, but this by no means, is all of them. Dear God, no. So first off, I'm a rebel, always have been, always will. I like going against the grain, doing my own thing, swimming upstream, and all the other metaphors for being rebellious. I've learned to control my animosity toward authoritative figures, but I remember once in Kindergarten or something, there used to be the 'discipline corner' otherwise known as my summer home. They put me in the corner for twenty minutes, and I thought it was totally unfair, so while the teacher had her back turned, I walked out the door. I was in the big girl's bathroom when they found me half an hour later.
Two. I'm a creative, detail and goal-oriented human being. When I know what I want, it's mine, I'll get it any way possible, and back off because once it's mine you're not getting it back.
Three. I'm especially affectionate to the people I love, and selfish with them. When you're a stranger, I'm not sure what to do with you, and I might come off as cold, but when I get to know you and if I like you, I'll be like a kitten coming to rub up against your leg. And I'll always want to spend time with you, always, always, always. I like the attention people give me.
Four. I'm reliable, but I'm not punctual. I mean, yes, I've made it to class on time most of my life, but if it's anything else, I'll be five, ten, twenty minutes late and I won't care. But if I say I'm going to have twenty puppies in my car when I get there, there will be twenty puppies in my car. I do my homework, all of it, everyday. I'm not sure when I find the time, and I procrastinate, but it gets done.
Five. I'm guarded. I don't let just anyone into my personal secrets and life, you have to earn your way there, and even then it's not a 100% fact that you'll hear the whole story. My whole life has been keeping the walls up, and so far they haven't been cracked yet. I guess that also means that I'm not friendly, which is true, I'm not looking to have fifty million friends. Five, six, maybe.
Six. I'm a lot of work, in every aspect of my life.
My background story is uninteresting to say the least. I have no outstanding memories, nothing that comes out and grabs you and tells you a tragic tale or heroic battle. I was born on Easter, and it was raining outside, my mother tells me every year. When I was five, my birthday fell on Easter again. Big whoop-de-doo.
My parents are both wizards, so the strange things that happened were a part of my life, and we knew what was happening. It wasn't hard to figure out after the fluffy incident, but I never liked that cat in the first place. My mother's father was muggle-born, and her mother was a wizard, and my father's father was muggle-born and his mother was a wizard. I would have been perfectly fine as a wizard, but they wanted me to be introduced to things in their childhood, so they bought a television and sent me to school. Against their better judgment, I suppose, because ever since Darren Thomas told me he liked me, someone's pencil disappears from their hands as they write and smack him on the back of the head. Every hour on the hour.
TV was a big mistake. Before TV I was an active kid who did all of my things outside, and now, well I don't. I'm still pretty athletic, though. They should have never let me watch it. God, I spend hours with that thing. Once I stumbled upon the 100 channels that hold American TV shows, I was gone. My parents often ask me what the lure of TV is, and I have yet to come up with an answer. I just, don't know. They make me feel important, like I belong. This notion probably comes from the lack of friends and the fact that my parents work a lot.
A bit of added history: Angela's parents were in Hufflepuff, both of them, making her parents the first generation of Strong in Hufflepuff. Before that, her mother's great-grandmother, and all children after that had been in Hufflepuff-the five generations of Hayden-until Angela. Her grandmother on her father's side was a Gryffindor. Both her grandfather's had been muggles, but her mother's father had taken the Hayden name.
I enjoy life. Along with that, I love TV yeah, and before that, I read books. I used to have a poster on my wall that said 'I sniff books' before I found Ryan Cartwright and put him up over that. Remember that movie, Finding Nemo? That. Puppies, but who doesn't. They're cute. Swimming. I love swimming. I spend hours in pools.
I despise life, ugh. Crying, whether it be me, or someone else. I don't know how to handle it, and I just do things wrong. The worst feeling in the world is feeling alone. The stupid people of the world. The annoying people of the world. When people talk like a baby. Running. Music, yeah. Most of the time, noise is annoying and you know how I feel about the annoying. I don't like music.
I look like this, the horrible one time known as last week, when that I dyed my hair blue, ugh. My parents weren't happy either, though, so I put it in the win column.
My wand is a rigid, spiral shaft, Willow, with a Fox Fur core, 10 and 1/2 inches.
My pet is a right here. A mouse named Dave Rygalski after that American show, but I just call him Dave because it's short and sweet.
{~Moon}
