Chapter 4
Morning
I wake up sitting up too high smacking my head off the low sealing. “Ow.” What a great way to start the day off. And it’s the weekend. Wow just a whole day of cleaning and being yelled at. Fan-fucking-tastic. Time to get ready and face the day, and hopefully everyone is still asleep. Let’s pray that I have a few hours of peace. But as I hear noise coming from the kitchen and I know that dream is dead. Maybe it’s a rat. Probably not, I keep this house spotless. A guy could only hope. I drag my body into the kitchen ready to hear the banshee screech at me.
“Good morning Harry.” Aunt Petunia said to me without any malice or sarcasm. I must be dreaming. Why is she treating me like an actual human being and not a dirt on her shoes. This is weird. Omg she’s dying I just know it.
“Are you ok aunt petunia” she stopped what she was doing to look at me with a confused face. Now this looked so real that I don’t know if she truly believes she’s not acting weird or if she is better at acting then I giver her credit for.
“ What do you mean my lovely nephew?” Ok she’s freaking me out now. She looks like she’s high or something. And when I look closer her eyes are dilated. I don’t like this, she’s freaking me out. But as soon as I think that her eyes go back to normal and the frown I’ve grown used to seeing comes back.
“ Well hurry up. I don't want to be waiting all day for breakfast!” She yelled at me with her usual malice. Oh thank god I thought that was gonna last longer.
“ right on it aunt petunia.” I do try to keep the happy tone out of my voice but I think she herd it with the look she gave me. I hope she doesn’t think I like being ordered around but hey that’s not the worst assumption people have had about me.
I cook up a big English breakfast and by big I mean big two of the occupants could eat most out of house and home with how much they eat. The best part about making breakfast that I know I will not be allowed to eat is that I can eat while I make it so by the end I’m not hungry. Always looking on the bright side of what my guidance counsellor said and what I don’t think it’s for me I like my pessimistic way of thinking. It’s soothing, in a way. Welp time to get my but to school cause if I don’t start walking now I ain’t getting there on time.
Now I have walked this path a million times ever since I was old enough to go to school as the elementary and high school are close. So it could be said that I’m like an expert on this path. Having said that, what the fuck is this!