Hope is the source of death for many people. Including me. I'm getting shipped of to England, and it's the 19th Century. Well shit. Hi, I'm y/n and I'm currently sitting in between 2 large shipping containers which stink of your mum. Sorry, my humour's gone along with my hope. I can't exactly say I'm enjoying the trip, but what I'm really afraid of is getting caught. They could throw me off the ship, or make me walk the plank, I don't know ok? Im getting shipped of to England in the 19th century, anything is possible. 

At least, my parents were rich, I stole a lot of.. things, before I left and I don't regret it at all. So at least I won't be dying on the streets. I'll arrive and book in a 5-star hotel, and go to the coffee shop and fall in love with the barista, and go shopping every spare second, sounds like fun right? Oh right, I forgot to mention I have a price on my head. My 'parents' framed me and well turned the situation around to play the victim and act like I was the monster. I have to give them props for pulling that off though, I'm pretty reckless so they're lucky. I wish they weren't.

I feel the worst for my brother. Apollo. Sweet name right? Yeah I agree, he got lucky, I got named Mia, and I have a thing for names and meanings, and Greek gods, so it sucks that I got the most boring name ever. No offence if your named that, I mean I don't hate it, but why couldn't I have been named Mars, or Luna, or Alaska, or something more interesting. Actually now that I think about it, I might as well change my whole identity, you know change my appearance and my name, all that jazz.

By the way I deal horribly with hunger, and I'm currently extremely hungry, so that's nice. Maybe, I'll check out what's in these crates. Well if I can open them. 

I climb out onto the deck and feel for the coldest one, food would need to be kept in a cold place to survive a ship ride like this. I find one thats rather cold if you ask me and try to get on top. I scramble my feet into the ridges and try to pull my arms up onto the surface of the container. I grapple for the top and my fingers latch on. I re-grip and proceed to pull my self up. Pathetically. I might as well work on my upper body strength while I'm on the ship. 

Great, a lock, lucky for me, I spent a period in middle school pretending to be a hacker, so I know how to pick a lock. I always kept a bobby pin in my hair after that. Easily enough, it clicks open, and then I notice the other 5 and look out into the vast sea and breath in a whole lot of salty air. 

Choking, I spend the next 5 minutes, or more, picking the locks, until I see the man on deck. Shit. Sneakily, sort of I try to open the lid and slip inside before he notices. Everything goes swimmingly, until it starts to stink of frozen fish. Nice, I chose the cargo with frozen fish, might as well have jumped into the ocean and grabbed whatever I saw first. I breath in through my mouth because I can't handle the smell and wait for the footsteps to pass. I take a quick peek to see whether he's still there and him smoking a cigarette, and having a weird urge to join. I shake my head and decide its then or hours later. I open the lid a bit more and put my legs out of the crate first. My feet dangle in the air as I attempt to sneak out of the crate. Somehow I make it out on the deck and make my way to another crate facing the opposite way to the man. The next one I find has the door on the side thank god, and I proceed to do the same procedure as last time to find frozen bread. Lovely, actually though, not sarcastically. I grab as much as my arms and pockets can carry and slip back under deck. The breads frozen, but at least its something. 

I repeat this for the 2 weeks or so, finding some juice along the way. In that time I've also stolen a uniform and blankets, as well as some jackets, with lots of pockets, I must be lucky to have found that much, because I don't think that's what a cargo ship is meant to hold. Anyways, nothing bad has happened yet, except a few close calls with the crew, so you could say everything's going great. That's until rats started finding my hiding spot. 

I kind of killed the first few, with um a knife, and threw them on the deck. Bad idea. Now the whole crew is underdeck finding out the source of dead rats, and I'm struggling to get all my stuff together. Bated breath, I slowly try to creep around the men only for the bloody floorboards to creak. Well, lets say I must have been high on luck, because they said a guy from their crew had gone missing and well, they taught that was me. So now I'm living, with a crew of men drinking and doing useless shit, but eating and drinking well so yeah, "all's good". 

I go out onto deck, and finally, finally see land. "AY YO! GUYS! LAND!", I shout out to the guys underdeck. I hear bangs and scuffles in haste to get up and see. They all make it up and start cheering, me along with them. 

We're pulling into the harbour when a man crawls up to us, with empty eyes, and gaunt cheeks. My heart skips a beat, I think we just found the missing man. The actual one. I stop in my tracks, not daring to breath. He points a finger in my direction, and croaks "Imposter". I panic, and stumble backwards. Everyone turns to look at me, their eyes baring into mine. They start advancing closer, and i think "well this is a nice way to die". No, it's really not. My mind clicks, money, gold, my pockets are full of it, and thats when I blurt out "I have money", I frantically look around at them and they stop, eying me suspiciously. "Prove it, show us" a gruff voice speaks out. I fumble with my pockets and bring out handfuls of gold. They look between each other, and finally nod. I quickly fish around for more coins and bring out 2 more handfuls handing it to the crew. Then they turn around and well, toss me out to sea. Yeah, no I'm kidding, we've landed in the harbour so they toss me out onto the pier and nod to them, then turn around and briskly walk away. 

I'll see you on the other side. 

                                                                                                                  Authors Note: I swear this story is about 

                                                                                                                  Hogwarts, and I'm so sorry its boring the 

                                                                                                                 next chapter will be about Hogwarts tho:)