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Chapter 3: The Accident
8 years later...
Petunia Evans was now fifteen; a young British lady with long, dirty blonde hair, a small, tight mouth, and dull, brown eyes the color of cardboard. Looking in the mirror, she knew that she wasn't beautiful. It was only her carefully applied make-up that made her feel pretty. In contrast, her sister, Lily, was (and she hated to admit this) a bright young girl of eleven already turning the heads of pre-teen boys. Lily was one of the most popular girls among her peers, and she did not even have to try. It was one more reason for Petunia to resent her "perfect" sister. Every attempt for Petunia to become popular had always failed.
Shy, young lads were courting Lily already, much to the amusement of her parents. "Why aren't boys asking you out?" they teased her. Petunia thought back to last year when her crush was a handsome young boy. To her dismay, he paid no attention to her when visiting their home with his parents. He talked only to Lily and played only with Lily. When Lily proudly told the boy that Petunia was her sister, he expressed great surprise of the blood relation. Petunia wasn't good enough for him, it seemed.
It was summer now, which meant she'd have to put up with Lily every day. Her sister was outside, climbing a tree with some friends. Lily was always surrounded with friends who were loyal to her. Petunia's own friends backstabbed her more than she'd like to think about. Of course, Petunia was not surprised. Her friends loved to ridicule others to make themselves feel better. She didn't know why she's still friends with them. I suppose I feel that I deserve to be with such people, she thought sadly to herself.
Petunia walked out the front door toward her best friend's house next door. Vernon Dursley was only one who could relate to her. The two of them could see Lily for what she really was – a freak.
"Hey, sis!" Lily called from the tree. "Join us?" Lily's friends giggled.
"No way," Petunia sneered at the grinning faces above her. "I've going to Vernon's."
Lily's grin grew wider. "Petunia loves Vernon. Petunia loves Vernon," she sang out loud.
Petunia tried not to let her blushing be seen by her taunting sister. "I DO NOT," she countered, before running to her neighbor's.
Suddenly, the singing was replaced by a scream. Petunia turned to see her sister fall out of the tree. Lily plummeted downward, then stopped in mid- air right before a blade of grass could touch her trembling body.
Lily's friends looked in awe of this unexpected phenomenon. Petunia's face scrunched with horror. "There's definitely something wrong with that girl," she whispered to herself. It was like magic." She rushed to tell Vernon. He would believe her.
EDIT: Thank you, Anonymous, for pointing out my mistake. I changed it to "Petunia loves Vernon." Apologies for my careless typo.
