Tattered Uniforms
I awoke from a terrible nightmare. This is the third this week. I'm not sure if it actually means something or if I am just being superficial. This usually happens before something new that could hurt me is soon to come. "Tasha, Get down here NOW." When she says now... I know it is important. I have foster parents. I know for a fact, I am a pureblood but I still and probably will never know what it means. I hated my life years ago. It's like I was unwanted and useless, but I am used to it by now. "Tasha what is this?" I look at what she is holding, it looks like a valentine. "Probably just a valentine…" I say without thinking. "Tasha, you have no friends, your pathetic and dress really poorly, when I was your age I could do so much more." I stare straight into her eyes. All I see is pure hatred and anger. I suddenly catch sight of a symbol on the envelope. I have heard of but never actually seen it before, the Hogwarts sign. I clench my fists till they turn pale and walk toward her. Then father walks in.
"Beth, what is going on?" he asks. "Well, Tasha claims she has a valentine." " A valentine? Who could ever care of a thing like her! " Most kids would be in tears by now, but it is my own job, too not show any signs of weakness until I am alone… or so I promised myself. " Beth give me that envelope!" yelled father. "James, calm down, it's an envelope for god sakes!" My foster parents argue…A LOT. "Beth I am going to bed, and I am taking this envelope with me!" "Go ahead dear…" you can tell she really doesn't even care. That evening I happen to see father went to use the bathroom, making my move I ran into his room and grabbed it off his dresser. No one will know about this,
and I will make sure of it.
Taking the envelope to the kitchen I grab out a knife. Then I look over at the unwashed dishes I forgot to clean… They will be furious, but I needed to see this note. I cut it open accidently hitting my finger in the process I quietly cuss in a mumble. As I open the letter it reads that I have been asked to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Never have I ever thought I could be magic. Knowing I must go, I grab my belongings and a bit of food. In the process I hear someone coming down the stairs, "crap" I say quietly. I know I must stay or go, and I think we all know this answer… I throw my stuff out the door then see on a hanger… My tattered uniform.