I looked out the window of the passenger seat, anticipating when we would get there, hoping it would be soon, otherwise I would burst with excitement. The Leavesden Films Studio was less then a half hour from my house. Dad goes there for work a lot, he's a director for the Warner Brothers. Occasionally I'd tag along with my IPod and my drawing book. But that's only when Dad knew that I was going to be home alone for more then 6 hours at a time. Or if I just want to come along. However this wasn't just any visit to dads work. This is the first official day that dad would be filming the movie "Harry potter and The Sorcerers Stone". And I was flipping out. I had always loved the books, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that somebody would be so smart as to make movies about them. So far the 4th book was my favorite since its the most recently released, and it has the most action. I literally bawled when I read that Cedric Diggory died. But J.K. Rowling will fix it in the next book. I hope. Anyway I was ready. I wanted to get there and see everything. The Cast, The Crew, The Props, EVERYTHING. But it wasn't helping that dad was going 20 miles below the speed limit because I was in the passenger seat, and I was not quite 11... yet.

"Ddddaaaaaadddddyyyyy" I whined. Dad laughed at me.

"I'm going as fast as I can go, with you sitting there, Shadow" Dad announced. Thats right. My name. It's Shadow. It's not a normal name like my best friend Lizzy, or my other best friend Jake. Nope. I'm Shadow. All the other kids make fun of me because I'm named after a thing that you see on the ground when the sun shines down on you. But in my opinion, it makes me like... 3 times more awesome then they are. Yeah. I'm Shadow. Shadow Newell, to be precise. But at the moment, nothing else mattered to me. Not my name, or anything else about me. Nothing except getting to the studio. I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest. This was going to take forever. I tried to distract myself, but nothing could pull my attention from the studio. Well nothing except my art. I pulled out my thick but small little note book (Which to be the first of many. Not that I knew that.) with my little world etched, sketched, shaded, skcumbled, hatched and colored(The list goes on for ages) into the otherwise blank white pages. Dad says that I could be an art prodigy of my generation... what ever that means. All my friends say I'm the best artist they know. I can't say I disagree with them, I'm quite proud of all the material that comes out of me. Dad says that Mom was into art and had a natural ability just like me... of course I'd never know that. I never knew my mom. But anyone who did tells me I'm just like her. So I guess I thats something I can learn to appreciate. I closed my book, put it away, and looked out the window again. I could see the studio but we were still 10 minutes away. And I was losing my mind. I couldn't help but smile and bounce in my seat as dad talked to Chris, the gate opening guy.

"Ah, brought along little Shadow, aye Mike?" Chris asked, pressing the button that opens the gate.

"More like didn't have a choice. She wouldn't let me leave until I agreed to let her come along. She knows whats going on today." Dad replied, looking to me and giving me a wink.

"I'd be acting the same way if my dad was working on the Harry Potter movie. Have fun in there, Shadow." Chris announced, waving goodbye, as we passed through the steel gates. My eyes widened as the Studio with the letters L-E-A-V-E-S-D-E-N plastered on the side of the roof, came into view. Here I was. Sitting in the car. Finally at the studio. In awe. The next thing I hear is my dads door open and close. I cracked a grin as I continued to marvel at the large studio. Soon dad stood at my door and snapped a picture with his camera. I blinked, since the flash blinded me and I rubbed my eyes.

"Dad. How many times have I told you not to use the flash on me?" I whined, grabbing my bag off the floor of the car and then closing the door.

"You looked dazed. I had to snap you back into reality. Look it came out good." Dad announced, showing me the picture of my sheepish grin. "Quit that" Dad announced out of nowhere, still starring at the camera.

"Quit what?" I asked. He turned the camera back to me.

"Quit seducing the camera. Its working." Dad replied, giving me a stupid grin. I rolled my eyes. This is a complaint dad talks about often. He says mom had the gift of "Seducing the camera" too. I never really saw it in any of the pictures he got of me. They seemed like normal pictures to me. I guess since he is a directer he would know better then I do. He has an eye for seeing things that normal people really can't. Which again, is probably why he was picked to do this job in the first place. Dad and I finally started making our way to the studio. I would skip ahead, then turn around, see dad was lagging behind, run back to him, and drag him a little ways, to show that I was eager to get in to the studio. "You're more excited about this then I am, slow down would you, Shadow." Dad announced. I shook my head.

"No way! I have to do , EVERYTHING. I want to start as soon as possible." I replied. Dad laughed.

"You realize we have the entire year right?" he asked. I nodded.

"I'll feel more accomplished if I do it all in a day, Dad" I explained, and continued to pull on his arm. "Come on, you old yak!" I shouted. We were so close to the entrance, you could smell the imagination spewing from all the walls.

"You'll pay for that, Shadow." Dad announced. He then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, Potato sack style, and ran me into the entrance, while I was yelling "Put Me Down! Put Me Down!".