DAY ONE: 13 NOVEMBER, 2010.
It was a very rude Saturday. When I woke up, I couldn't move my body. Only numbness overcame me. It was drizzling. Softly, the tiny water droplets hit the hard and rocky pavement. It made me smile. I don't know if I should look out the window and grin happily...or if I should stay in bed, enjoying the light sounds of the rain, staying dead cold in the numbness.
"Effy," a voice said as it came into my bedroom, opening the door slightly. "Effy..." The voice faded a little. Even though I wasn't facing the person, I knew who it was: Tony Stonem, my brother.
"Don't," I said abruptly, staying in my original position: my back facing my brother and I'm curled up in a ball. He stopped, dead in his tracks. "Just...whatever you do, Tone...don't come near me."
"For the record, it was not my idea to put you in Hogwarts. You're a wizard and you need to deal with it! I passed 7 years there, alright!? It was heavy and it wasn't exactly what you would call 'lovely', but you have to."
"No...leave."
"If you wanna be left alone, just say so."
"Shut up, Tony!"
I can picture him with his pursed lips and tight fists. He always gives in and leaves....shutting the door tightly. Don't get me wrong, I love Tony. He's a family member. I'm supposed to, even though I sometimes do loathe him. I began to sob lightly. I don't wanna go to Hogwarts! For all the good and bad reasons, Freddie is the only one. A few more hours in the bed and I got up, severely hungry. When I walked to my door, I realized there was a suitcase, a small briefcase, a huge backpack and rucksack. A note was taped on the floor. It said: PICK ONE OF THESE, PACK AND GO. The scribbled handwriting belonged to Tony, of course. I leaned against my wall, cursing my parents for being wizards. Curse my parents. Curse my brother. Curse everybody I know. Curse everything. But mostly, curse myself. I fell on my knees and cried. I'm going to miss Freddie...but he died. John Foster killed him. He's gone. I crawled over to my rucksack and packed all the things I need.
It was a very rude Saturday. When I woke up, I couldn't move my body. Only numbness overcame me. It was drizzling. Softly, the tiny water droplets hit the hard and rocky pavement. It made me smile. I don't know if I should look out the window and grin happily...or if I should stay in bed, enjoying the light sounds of the rain, staying dead cold in the numbness.
"Effy," a voice said as it came into my bedroom, opening the door slightly. "Effy..." The voice faded a little. Even though I wasn't facing the person, I knew who it was: Tony Stonem, my brother.
"Don't," I said abruptly, staying in my original position: my back facing my brother and I'm curled up in a ball. He stopped, dead in his tracks. "Just...whatever you do, Tone...don't come near me."
"For the record, it was not my idea to put you in Hogwarts. You're a wizard and you need to deal with it! I passed 7 years there, alright!? It was heavy and it wasn't exactly what you would call 'lovely', but you have to."
"No...leave."
"If you wanna be left alone, just say so."
"Shut up, Tony!"
I can picture him with his pursed lips and tight fists. He always gives in and leaves....shutting the door tightly. Don't get me wrong, I love Tony. He's a family member. I'm supposed to, even though I sometimes do loathe him. I began to sob lightly. I don't wanna go to Hogwarts! For all the good and bad reasons, Freddie is the only one. A few more hours in the bed and I got up, severely hungry. When I walked to my door, I realized there was a suitcase, a small briefcase, a huge backpack and rucksack. A note was taped on the floor. It said: PICK ONE OF THESE, PACK AND GO. The scribbled handwriting belonged to Tony, of course. I leaned against my wall, cursing my parents for being wizards. Curse my parents. Curse my brother. Curse everybody I know. Curse everything. But mostly, curse myself. I fell on my knees and cried. I'm going to miss Freddie...but he died. John Foster killed him. He's gone. I crawled over to my rucksack and packed all the things I need.
