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Hi, my name is Harry, and I am nine years old. Today my teacher ,Ms. Baker, gave everyone a notebook to use as a journal. She said that the journals were ours and we could write whatever we wanted in them. The only thing she would grade is if we were righting in them or not. She would not check them for grammar or spelling or anything. And if we didn't want her to read what we wrote in an entry then all we had to do is say so at the top of the entry.
Ms. Baker, please do not read this entry!
Entry #1
I live with my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon because my dad got drunk and got himself and my mum killed in a car accident. Now I a burden on my aunt and uncle, well that's what they say, I'm not quite sure what it means. I don't think they like me much. They always say how much money I cost them, how I'm a waste of space, that I don't deserve their generosity, and how I should have been taken to the orphanage.
I always seem to be in trouble for some reason or another. I don't really know what I do wrong half of time I get punished. Sometimes its because I don't finish my chores in time, I can understand that even though sometimes it is a lot of work . But other times its for stuff that I cannot control, like my hair growing back to quickly. But my uncle doesn't care, every time something strange happens around me I get locked in my cupboard. I hate when I have to stay in my cupboard for days at a time. I only get water to drink and usually some bread and cheese. I get to leave once or twice a day to use the loo but otherwise I am sitting in the dark, alone.
When I am alone I try to remember the accident my parents died in. I all can really remember is a flash of green light, and even though I don't understand it, I just know its from that night. I can't ask my aunt about it though, she'll just get mad at me for asking questions. Sometimes I wish someone will come take me away from here, but I'm not a little kid anymore. Things like that only happen in fairy tales. And I guess I don't have it to bad. My aunt and uncle don't hit me or anything. They just don't love me like they love Dudley.
I guess I should start talking about my day, I'm pretty sure that's what this is for anyway. School was just a normal day apart from getting this
journal. I went to class, did my work, ate my lunch, sat by myself at recess, went back to class, did more work, and then went home. After school I came
home and started my nightly chores. First I had to clean Dudley's playroom and vacuum the upstairs. Right as I finished vacuuming Dudley went upstairs with
a powdered doughnut, and well, I had to vacuum again. Then it was time to do homework. Since Dudley doesn't like homework, we have to do it at the same
time so I can help him. My aunt and uncle don't like it when I do better then him, so I either have to do badly or help him do better. Then I have to set the table
for dinner, and wash the pots and pans that my aunt used for cooking. Then I can have some of the food that Dudley and Uncle Vernon did not want, usually
some bread and vegetables and maybe a fatty piece of meat . Then I wash the plates and finish the kitchen before they lock me in the cupboard under the
stairs for the night. That is where I am right now. Since I have been good lately I am allowed a light bulb in here, sometimes I have to go without one. Otherwise I don't know how I would write this without the Dursley's reading it. Well my aunt is yelling that is bed time so I have to stop writing. Goodnight
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