Waiting. That is my life summed up for you waiting till I get Tom Riddle (like that will ever happen) waiting till my mum comes back (that will never happen) waiting till I get out of this hell I call a home (that will definitely never happen) you can call me the Cinderella without an amazing ending .Waiting they say is an author's best emotion they can make for a book while writing to make the reader wait, wait for something good to happen for something bad to happen well my world is a book and I am the reader .Waiting. MEROPE! I swivel my head I see my brother it figures he is always sees me peeking out of useless thing that we call a window I always peek out of our window it feels as if I am part of another world part of their world. "Merope should I tell father that your out looking at the window 'my brother says he used to be nice before fathers influence on him I guess fathers influence on him also made him more stupid because he didn't acknowledge the words he just said sounded like a 2 year old "go tell father that I was just looking out the window he won't do anything" I say to my brother quite confident "oh really Merope you want to go that way I could tell him that you are trying to get a sneak peek of that disgusting muggle Jon Jiggle? Con Middle? - "its Tom Riddle- I tell him "DON'T INTERRUPT ME yes Tom Riddle that filthy Tom Riddle he is the bloody squires son right? Think their better than us those filthy muggles heard he's newly engaged to that Cecelia Myers woman heard that their fathers are old pals so really Merope even if you actually knew him he would still be with Cecelia anyways Merope dad wants you to make dinner infact you already should have made it oohh dad is going to get really angry if you don't make it now" my brother finishes and then I gladly leave I am used to my brother crushing my dreams and everything I already knew that he got engaged it was everywhere I can still practically hear "SQUIRES SON NEWLY ENGAGED TO WEALTHY RESPECTED CITY MANS DAUGHTER!" it was a pain that day I felt like I was the only one who was sad but alas me and Tom will never happen no matter my greatest attempts but that will never make me stop trying. 'finally foods ready' I hear my father say ' it was just on the stove" I mumble I guess my father heard me and he said " what was that" he tells me " nothing" I say to him " better be " he says back to me I give him the food my brother comes and he eats too I usually get the leftovers. When Dinner is finished I clean up until everybody is asleep then I head to sleep to whatever this thing I call a bed it was like a mixture of a cot (not the baby kind) and a cradle trust me it wasn't fancy. I lay down usually I like to think of what my mother looked like I was too young to remember when she left but I do remember shouting and a door slamming then the next day my father asking where is the food I told him I didn't know how to cook then he struck me I remember trying to not to cry and mumbling bloody useless girl should have never had you but that wasn't the worst thing it was- I can't even talk or think about it I like to call it the "accident" and it was the reason I can't use my magic usually my only use for my magic is my locket it whispers to me when I need help only when I absolutely need sometimes it just speaks to me it isn't my friend but isn't my enemy it sometimes comforts me when I cry thinking of where is my mum why did she leave me in this mess did she even care for me I do remember fragments of my mother I remember that she was beautiful and had friendly lively brown eyes unlike my boring ones that I like to say it is the colour of dirt but anyways some people don't get everything they want so for now Wait.