Topher's Life

Christopher (Topher) Stockley was born on a warm summer day, May 19 to be exact, his early life seemed to zip by like a year being an hour. By the time he was five, Topher knew everything a five year old should know about magic, and a little more. His parents were Ginnifur Stockley, and Perrin Stockley. When he was five, about to turn six, a possessed unicorn, that most likely had seen voldemort, killed his mother. He and his father lived together, mourning the loss of Ginnifur for the first couple of years, but later become a happy pair of father and son. His father showed him around the muggle world, that way he would not be blind about them, they are people too, and put him in muggle school until he was ten. Then when he was eleven, he went to a school for Witchraft and Wzardry, but not Hogwarts this one was in Los Angeles, CA. By the time Topher was in his fourth year, he hated it there, and he had heard about Hogwarts, which is where his parents had gone, and met. His father agreed to send him there. When he got there, he was amazed. It was huge compared to the one that he went to, and a lot better looking girls…

wow Topher that's a great story ao far keep up the good work and keep writing!

thanks... i will...don't know what im gonna write about next...maybe some random event before hogwarts...im not going in chronological order...

Thats quite good Toph.

Topher was five, about to turn six. He was walking with his mother by the edge of the forest. It was very sunny out. they walked around, neither of them without a smile. Topher was very attached to his mother, Ginnifur. Although he did not call her that, he called her mom, like most 5 year olds did. “So mom what is for dinner tonight?” he asked her rubbing his belly
“Probably chicken soup.” she said looking down at him. “Doesn’t that sound good?” she asked.
“Only if you cook it.” Topher replied “I only like your chicken soup.” he was a natural charmer.
“Well it will be my cooking, and your father will be making desert.” she said rolling her eyes. They both knew that even though Perrin said he would be making desert, it wouldn’t be done by him, but they loved him anyway.
They kept walking, coming up on a pond, the pond where the two always went, every Saturday. When the pond was in sight, a possessed unicorn stepped out in front of the two. Topher did not know magic at the time, other wise he would have stopped what happened next.
The unicorn charged at Topher, but right as it was about to hit him, Ginnifur jumped in front, getting impaled in the chest. She had sacrificed herself for his life. The unicorn ran away after that, and Topher knelt down next to his mom, crying. “Mom, wake up, mom” he said through sobs, “mom” he couldn’t believe that she could possibly die, she was his everything.
The next morning Topher woke up thinking it was a nightmare, but when he saw his father alone in bed, he knew that it was real. He climbed up next to Perrin and lay next to him, crying. Perrin stroked his head saying, “It’ll be alright son…”

Nice story. I like how it's going.

Well it't not really chronological...well i guess it could be...the first one an overview...and the rest go in order...i think i will do that

aww thats sad lol

Pretty good so far

thanks...i know it was sad...but i like working on my writing skills, so if you guys have any suggestions, tell me

Nah i think you did a good job of it.