Sounds and Whatnot

Woosh!

Thud! thud!

Clomp! Clomp!

"I can't fucking believe you just did that, Hazza!"

Franklin's nearly in tears laughing as we try to out run Dudley who has his whole body covered in pink paint. I was going to make it look like he's a pig, but he woke up and I didn't really want to die yet.

"I will break your legs, you bloody freak!"

In my defense it was April 1'st and Dudley was just... There. Ok, not a good excuse, especially when I'll surely starve for maybe a week, but at least I'll have a few minutes of mirth, right?

"Oink, oink, Dud!"

Dudley growled and tried to run faster.

"A few more miles and I bet he'll be skinny as a stick, eh Harry?"

'I'm so charitable, aren't I? Shame the Dursleys won't appreciate my kind heartedness.'

I turned my head and saw Dudley slowing down and panting hard. What a sissy.

"My... Dad wi... Will hear... About this!"

"Oh, will you tell him how much he needs a mint?"

Ok I'm probably going to regret this later, but I'm just having so much fun right now!

"I think he stopped."

I stopped running and looked if Dudley was still after me. He wasn't, though I can see him slowly walking back. Franklin and I laughed.

"Did you see how red his face was?"

'He looked like a fucking cherry!'

I wonder when I'll get to do this again. I've already got an idea what I'll do next! If the Dursleys are hellbent on making my life miserable, isn't it just fair to make theirs the same?