August
28 Dear Diary, You think it would be easy for me to be
the daughter of the famous Harry Potter. Yeah right! I hated being
the daughter of Harry Potter. People expect too much of me, to be
exactly like him, carefree and adventurous, or even to be her, brainy
and clever. I could care less if I was like my parents. My
life as the daughter of The Boy Who Lived isn't really thrilling.
Unless you think it's exciting when my dad yells at me, which is
liable. I really don't know why he yells. They are stupid things
really. It's not easy to be his daughter. I try telling him that,
but he won't listen. When I go to school, it's like his first
day. Everyone stares at you and whispers behind your back. Wondering
if it was really you that was going to their school. For
sixteen years several guys have asked me out. All in which I
declined. I figure they only want to go out with because of my name,
not because of what my personality was like. Well, there is this one
guy, but I know dad won't approve of him, only because he's a
Slytherin and that he's the son of an old nemesis of my dad's.
Dad could never let bygones be bygones. Marcus isn't such a bad
guy. It's just his family name was tainted because of his good for
nothing grandfather. Marcus is nothing like his father or
grandfather. But my father could care less if Marcus was trying to
clean his family's name or whatever. It would break Dad's
heart if he knew what I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I'm still
innocent at sixteen, but now that I'm going to be seventeen I could
care less. Marcus and I have been secretly dating for two years now.
Dad would flip, I know, but I could care less what he thinks now. He
really doesn't care about me or what I do, I just remind him too
much of Mom. Uh oh. Dad's coming. I better go now before he
notices the light on in two in the morning. Danielle
