I woke up feeling ill, I'm not sure if it was the dursley's cooking last night or if it was just their presence. Whatever it was, the tight and compact cupboard I have lived in for the last nine years of my life certainly isn't helping. I sat up on my grimy mattress, that took up almost all of the floor room leaving only a small space for me to have my makeshift bedside table and heard the groan of the stairs as the whale, sorry I mean Dudley, came plodding down. I panicked and realised I had not made their breakfast yet. Yep, I make breakfast for them. Notice I say them and not us, it seems am I not worthy of the most important meal of the day according to uncle Vernon. You see, the dursley's are my family, though they certainly don't make me feel like I deserve to be their family. I try to not let this upset me as even though I have never been part of their family they did raise me, if you could call it that and therefore I did feel anxious to please them. Not that I ever did.
So, back to me panicking, I quickly slipped on my robe of a shirt and flung open the door hoping against hope that I wouldn't get punished too badly. When I got into the kitchen I had a nasty surprise waiting for me. Uncle Vernon had somehow snuck past me and was sitting at the table with an evil grin on his face.
" so you thought you'd starve us in return for your beating last night did you?" Came his frightening bellow. "N-n-no un-uncle Vernon. It-t was an accident uncle Vernon." Came my quivering reply.
"Well it will be your last accident" I gasped at those words which were to change my life forever.