I Guess I'm not like that
Looking out of the window, I smiled. The sun was shining brightly into the garden, hitting the water droplets on the trees and flowers. The effect was dazzling. I gazed out at the warmth and tranquillity, remembering my garden at its most beautiful. I was leaving today, and I wanted to have a memory of my home that I could cherish.
I frowned as I turned back to my bedroom, seeing the trunk still only half full in the middle of the floor. I started school tomorrow, and I still hadn't packed. I suppose I was reluctant to. That would mean accepting my parents' choice to send me away.
I was to be sent to some school in the north somewhere. I bet there was never any sun there. The place probably wouldn't even have a garden. But my parents insisted that I go. Apparently it's where all young people like me go. Where my parents went. But I didn't understand. They told me we were special. That we were different.
I didn't believe them. The story they told me was ridiculous. That our family can do tricks and conjuring? That we weremagical? I sighed again. I had noticed that we were different from the other people around us. But that didn't mean I had to be sent away to some cold, dreary, hopeless school for freaks! ...Did it? Once again, I couldn't stop the tear that traced a path down my cheek. I finished my packing while sobbing silently, and lay down to sleep until the next morning, when I would be leaving for this place, this school. The name eluded me...
Hogwarts. That was it. The name was the last thing I remembered before I fell into a dreamless sleep.
