The Diary of Elisabeth Finch

Dear diary,I did something bad. Like really bad. Something I knew I was never supposed to do. Especially when my mom was at work and I was home alone. She told me specifically, “Elisabeth, when I’m gone don’t open this front door for anyone.” And what did I do? I opened the front door.It wasn’t my fault. I heard the doorbell ring and I tried to hide, ya know, because if no one thinks I’m home maybe they’d go away. Except, I had been standing in front of the kitchen window, and the stranger, a woman in a long, green dress, saw me from the front stoop before I could duck down under the sink. I would’ve called someone. Called mom, but she got a new number when we moved here and the note must’ve fallen off of the fridge because I couldn’t find it. And I couldn’t call the cops, mostly because I didn’t know the emergency number for the police in Scotland. And the yellow pages, or whatever the equivalent Scottish phone book was, was packed away in a box somewhere I thought.Who randomly comes to the door? Like was it a Jehovah’s Witness? A door-to-door saleman—saleswoman? Someone selling Bibles maybe? Or it could be a burglar?I think I’ve seen too many crime documentaries. Maybe...

So I made I a shitpost on my tumblr about me attending Hogwarts as someone with Dyslexia and completely butchering the spells, and Idk I guess the idea didn't leave me so I decided to write it for real. (With my adhd and childhood trauma's included). First thing you have to understand is age eleven was a very turbulent time in my life, I had just moved to another country (not Scotland) with my mother and her new husband after my Dad won custody of my two older brothers in family court. So as you can imagine to write myself realistically during this point in time, I have to put myself in a bad mental place because that's where I was. Not a whole lot of my childhood was warm and fuzzy, and I guess this fic is just a way for me to unpack all that mentally. I don't intend for it to be that long in length maybe ten or so chapters. Will this make you laugh, I don't know, but it'll probably emotionally wreck me so be forewarned.(Also quick note: I was a fairly anxious kid prone to a lot of paranoia regarding strangers when I was little, but that'll be very apparent in this first chapter.)