Running. That's what I'm best at. I ran away from danger. My aunt is estranged and my other aunt is as cruel as hell. My dog of a cousin, Dudley is so cruel. My other cousin, Harry is nice enough, but i cant believe how he is treated that way. my name is Vanessa, and this is my story.
I'm beautiful. I've been told. Who wouldn't be, with lush brown hair, big purple eyes and a tall and slim figure. Aunt Petunia might treat me horribly but at least she gives me my own room and gives me the best clothes. Whenever I enter a room I always get catcalls and wolf whistles. The only good thing about that is because Dudley won't beat me up. We were on a trip in the United States when I lost it. As i screamed hysterically, asking why they treat me that way. As soon i started screeching my head off, the glass shattered. Yes , I was only ten years old then, but I didn't give a damn. Weird things happen, I get attacked and I get dreams. even if I did survive, I'd probably take my own life.
I left with a bunch of clothes, a pair of sports shoes, a sleeping bag and since I wasn't bothered to change, my heels. Yes, aunt petunia is crazy for making me wear heels. It is now a habit of mine to wear heels. I was running when i ran into a boy. he fell down and his cap fell off to reveal some horns. I gasped, 'You have h-horns!' He blushed and hastily put his cap on. He suddenly sniffed the air and his expression darkened. He offered me his hand. 'My name is Grover Underwood.'