Don't own anything. Again.
"Up! Get up, girl. Get that freak of a boy up too." Aunt Petunia wrapped on the door.
I sat up, careful not to hit my head on the ceiling. I threw the blanket off me, scrambling down the ladder. Harry was blurily blinking out from the bottom bunk.
Harry and I had lived in the cupboard under the stairs for the first five years of living here. But eventually we were too big to both fit so our Aunt and uncle moved us to the second bedroom and shoved a bunk bed in for us.
I pulled on a shirt and jeans. The shirt was large on me, being Dudley's old shirt, but the jeans fit well. Aunt Petunia finally bought me pants of my own when my teacher pointed out that I needed new ones. Harry still had to wear Dudley's but with a belt the jeans fit well enough. I was able to sew the shirts to fit us better, but I wasn't amazing at it, since I had never practiced.
"Happy Birthday Dorea." Harry said, sitting up.
I paused. "Thanks Jamie." For the first few years of our life, we hadn't known our names. I thought I was called Girl, and Harry thought he was called Boy. Finally I got to school and we both learned our full names. Since then, Harry and I have tended to use our middle names for each other. It was something that was just for the two of us.
I could hear Petunia bringing out some pans for us to make breakfast with so I rushed out the door to the bathroom, splashing some water in my face and washing my hands. I silently dashed down the stairs and slowed, entering the kitchen at an easy pace.
I made my way right to the stove and started making breakfast. Harry came trudging down a few minutes later. He still had sleep in his eyes, but he made his way over to the coffee pot and started making it.
The day went the same as almost any other. Harry and I spent the morning doing chores, then in the afternoon, I went around doing jobs for the neighbors. I knew that most of them didn't need my help, but they paid me and it gave me an excuse to be out of the house. Most of the neighbors just asked me to mow the lawn, or help them with groceries or something. Sometimes I babysat or walked dogs. It paid well enough though, so I continued doing it.
Harry, on the other hand, refused to do chores for other people ever since he learned that they did it out of pity for the "poor little orphans". Since he couldn't swallow his pride, he stayed at the house doing the rest of the chores and making dinner.
After I finished around the neighborhood, making a few pounds, I headed to the library. Because I was a year older than Dudley, I wasn't pushed to keep my grades below his. I constantly got A's but still had no friends. I had gotten bumped up a few years so the course work was getting harder. I went to the library to study almost every day, even though it was summer. I was hoping to get my A levels and graduate high school by next year, though that wasn't very likely. Maybe the year after.
I left the library around 6 in the evening. I had an hour until dinner, so I usually went back to the house to help Harry with dinner. But today, I stopped at the bakery, spending the little pocket money that I earned today on two small cupcakes.
I snuck back into the house and hid the cupcakes up in our room. Then, I went downstairs and made dinner with Harry.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon ignored my birthday today, and didn't give me anything. That was fine. But they did give us a little more food. Maybe that was an accident, but there were more leftovers. We got some carrots along with our bread and cheese today.
Harry and I ate quickly and cleaned up the dishes. Then, we went upstairs and I brought out the cupcakes.
Harry's face lit up when I showed them. They weren't anything special. Just Normal. Harry's was chocolate with chocolate frosting, while mine was vanilla with chocolate frosting. We shared them before getting ready and going to bed.
June 27th was a normal day. But it was the last normal day I'd ever have.