"Girl! Get out here and make breakfast!"
"Yes, aunt Petunia."
'I'm sick of these people. These imbeciles. These neanderthals.' I think as I make my way to the fridge, bringing out the necessary ingredients for the whales breakfast.
"After that you're gonna clean the kitchen, prune the garden and wash the laundry."
'Bitch'
"Understood?!"
"Of course, aunt Petunia."
"Good."
'Finally back in my . . . well I can't exactly call it a haven now can I?' I think while looking about my small "room". Barley 4 feet of room, walls bare except for the cobwebs. 'Real homey.' I roll my eyes and fall back onto my makeshift pillow, made out of the crap clothing Dudley couldn't fit into anymore. 'The whale.'
'At least I found another three pounds while cleaning. Once the bastards fall asleep, I can make my way out of this shit hole.'
"Freak! Get out here." yelled uncle Vernon.
"Dear lord. Can't they leave me alone for one moment." Of course I can only whisper such a thought without getting a beating. Walking into the front room I find the whole lot of bastards, I mean my loving family, putting on their coats. Uncle Vernon turning towards me as I walk in.
"We'll be going out for the rest of the day. Make sure to keep your freakish hands to yourself." I have to hide the smile off my face.
"Of course uncle Vernon."
'Yes. I can leave earlier than planned.'
"Hmph. Good." They walk pass me, Dudley, the whale, managing to kick me on his way out. "Freak!" he whispers. I continue glaring at his back until he finally waddles his way out the door. 'He'll get his. Someday.' I make my way to the front room window once the door closed. I wait for the car to pull out, before beginning. . . "Good they're gone. Time to get going."
I head upstairs and into my aunt and uncle's room. Going into their closet I find one of Petunia's nicer purses. "This will do." I go back downstairs, to my "room", and grab what little trinkets I have. Leaving there I go into the kitchen and take whatever perishables I can. Now onto my last stop, the backyard. "Moros." I here a ruffle in the bushes and walk towards the sound. There I see my best friend, Moros, the black mamba.
~We are leaving?~
~Yes. The fat beasts have left for the day. I've saved up enough money. We're out of here. Let's go.~
~Finally. You sshould have just let me bite the beasstsss. We could have been out of here far earlier.~
~Perhapsss. But then we'd have the feds on our buttsss.~
~Whatever let'ssss get out of here.~ I bring down my arm, allowing him to slither up to my neck. standing fully we leave out the side gate, heading west towards the nearest bus station.
