Adronia Brown: Magic Becomith – Chapter 2: The Neighbor

As I've already said, I am so not happy with this move. I'm not bringing this up simply because I'm wanting to be a nag, but it's at the forefront of my mind, nagging me that nothing positive will ever come from this. I try walking the neighborhood streets, only to find that my new home is not anywhere near a mall. I'm not thinking of malls because I want to go shopping for clothes, that's really not my thing. I like going for the music, and other stuff. Plus, it's the place everybody hangs out. They also tend to have movie theaters, and places to eat and hang out.

Instead we have this stupid, ugly playground near our house. What I don't understand is why this playground looks so boring and rink-dinky like it does when the rest of the neighborhood happens to be so pristine, and so modern. Come on people, we happen to have a sophisticated society these days where people have started building everything you need within a short distance. Apparently not here, and there also seems to be no need to counter the lack of anything around this place.

It feels like the place where someone living the American dream would move. It's that kind of place that caters to white people, and has families which are never divorced. The mom and dad always have two kids, one car, and the mom is always stay at home. Everyone hides their dirty laundry, so you don't know if the... sorry. I guess it's not normal for an eleven year old to think like this, but that's the way I think.

All I had to do today was sit on the swings, watching the blazing stupid sun beat down on my head. I also got stuck watching that piggy, wanting to kick his butt as I watched him pick on kids. I think that would be a fun thing to do, to give him a taste of his own medicine. I know that what I don't want to see is him dancing in his underwear. For some strange reason I got this idea in my head that would be something he would do. How can a mother ever let their kid get that unreasonably fat?"

Well, I honestly don't know.

I might as well be writing a journal at this point with how much I don't like the new neighbors, particularly with the fatty, fat kid stuffing his mouth like nobodies business, chowing down on other kids candies and treats. All he's doing is attempting to show how much of a greedy guts he really is. I think it is about time I stop lavishing thought space on greedy guts Dursley, because thinking about him was just depressing.

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Harry had been sitting outside, moping about his life when the new neighbors moved in. He happened to dislike the idea that there would be one more person in the neighborhood who would dislike him, as his aunt's mouth would flabber all about how she was forced to take him in, simply because leaving him at that orphanage wasn't prudent. Life never seemed to pass him by without some kind of snide remark escaping her lips.

As he sat on the steps of the house, the moving van pulled up and a mother, father and daughter got out, of which he happened to dislike the fact that the mother looked like a mirror of Aunt Petunia., except with more class. He also disliked the fact that the man looked like the male Dursley's, except he was muscular instead of fat. He didn't know that he would be shooting himself in the foot mentally once he found out they were nothing like his aunt and uncle.

Petunia rushed over to introduce herself to the neighbors, carrying a plate of... something. Harry likely made it at some point for a snack for Dudley and boy was his cousin going to dislike the fact that his treats were being given away. He smiled at the idea of Dudley running after the plate, only to find himself bowled over. Harry should have had an idea who bowled him over, but it was still an unexpected event.

He blinked a couple of times noting that Dudley was in fact chasing after his mother, whining about the snacks. He picked up his glasses, finding the nose broken again and held one up to his eye, kind of like he was an English gentleman like Rudyard Kipling. At least, that's what he thought Rudyard Kipling would be like. He wasn't into reading books, as that was one more thing for Dudley to scoff at. The woman had reacted well to Petunia, but Harry had to laugh when Dudley caused the woman to become squeamish.

Perhaps the new neighbors weren't as bad as he thought they were, and there was a chance that Petunia wouldn't fair as well as she used to. In fact, there might be a chance things might change for the better.

At that, he bent his head down, wondering why he was stuck with a life like this, wondering what life would have been like if he had lived with his parents. He took a deep breath, and then snorted out of his nostrils. From the way Petunia talked, his mother was a down right bitch. He wanted to have a normal life, truth be told, and yet wishing that this could be some kind of event which would end with him living a better life was laughable.

However, this was when a girl got out of the car and he blinked a couple of times. She was prim and proper like her mother, but she seemed to lack... the gossipy attitude that Petunia had. Not to mention she seemed to have a punk ass attitude about her. He then took a deep sigh. "Don't think about her being your eventual wife daydream like you do with the other girls at school.. though this one is worse. She is beyond your measure. Plus, you're eleven. Dreaming about a perfect marriage scenario is plain creepy."

At that, he got up and went into the house, not noticing that the girl was watching him, and making her livid disgust regarding Dudley clear. Harry couldn't blame her, as his cousin was a slob, and very disgusting.