A/N: What am I to do? I can't help myself! I have to keep writing new fanfics! It's in my nature! Anyway this is a series of fanfics that I started last night, it's from Charlie's point of view!

Dissapointment

Often one's best memories are of when they were in kindergarden, not mine.
My aunts saw to that.
It all started when my name was drawn out of a hat to sing in the fall recital. I was fine with that. I practiced singing Vanilla Twilight by Owl City.
I changed the words a little because I didn't want to sing a love song, I dedicated it to my dead father.
All was well, until I found out from mum that Vanilla Twilight was dad's favorite song... oops. It was too late to change.
I remember my aunts coming over for Grandma Bone's birthday a week before the show.
MDuring dinner I made announcement:
"Guess what?" I stood on the dinning room table. "I'm singing in my school's fall show!"
"Charlie, get off the table!" Aunt Eustacia snapped. "Now what's this about you singing?"
I reluctantly slid back into my seat and said:
"This friday I'm singing a song at school in front of EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD!"
Maisie chuckled " The whole city will be there, Charlie, love."
Mum smiled but it was only a ghost of a smile, not a true
"Would you like it if we came?" Aunt Venetia leaned over to me.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I cried.
Aunr Lucretia smiled, "Well then that's settled."
I crawled under the table, popped up on the other side, and hugged Aunt Venetia.

-:*:-

I stood behind the curtain waiting for Benjemin to finish his dog tricks with Runner Bean.
Finally it was my turn.

"The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere..." I sang on. There were a few sniggers but I hardly noticed.

"... oh, daddy I wish you were here." I had shortened it and replaced darling with daddy.

Nobody clapped but Maisie and my mother.

Aunt Eustacia looked sympathetic, Aunt Venetia looked like she was trying to smile, and Aunt Lucretia- it was her face I would never forget- had cold dissapointment in her eyes.
I wished I could die. The silence was worse than any amount of laughing would have been, it made more impact than a year of punishment would have been.
I decided right then that I would never see that cold look again.
I would learn to do it right, I was awful but I would get better.
"Charlie, you did so good!" My teacher Ms. Sims hugged me, but I knew that she was lying.
I knew because my aunts knew these things and they were dissapointed.
They didn't even say good-by.