Chapter [I] The Story of a Boy

On a sunny morning in 4 Pivet Drive, the screeching voice of a middle-aged woman could be heard from outside, giving out instructions to a poor boy, startling said boy who had just awakened from his slumber. Rubbing his eyes while yawning, the boy let out a sigh before leaving his room, greeting his step-mother in the kitchen though receiving no response.

"Make sure that the flowers are watered, laundries are done, mail is sorted through, floors are mopped, carpeting is vacuumed..." The tall stepmother instructed, giving the short, slim boy what seemed like an endless list of chores to do. "...and windows are cleaned by the time we get home, understood?" She finished, her tone sharp and frankly annoying to the boy.

The boy nodded in silence, internally groaning.

To any other boy of his age, it would seem like an endless list of things to do. But for Jamieson, it was a daily list. He'd wake up by 5AM and set everything up so that by the time the Dursley trio left, his workload was already 50% finished, knowing full well he'd be denied brunch if he didn't finish everything by the time his step-parents returned from sending their girl to school.

The Dursley family comprised of 3 members, his step-mother, step-father, and step-sister, all three of them equally as annoying, screeching and hateful towards him. Jamieson's stepmother made it very obvious from a young age that he was not the favourite child, he wasn't even part of the family.

"You're adopted," Jamieson remembers hearing at a very young age years ago, and he's only 11 years old this year! Well, 10 now, 11 in 4 more days to be exact.

He watched as the trio entered their car parked neatly outside at the exact same space every day, driving off at the exact speed at 7AM sharp, almost as if their whole morning was already scheduled the night before. Why would both parents need to send off their daughter every single day? He knows not. All he knows is that every day is the same thing for him.

'Do this, do that, finish this, finish that,' He doesn't get to go to school like his sister does, but that doesn't limit his education. If anything, a lot of the things he learned is self-taught, from reading all of the materials available around the house, such as history, geography, science books that they never touched, reading the daily newspapers, to watching educational channels on the television.

Of course, he'd never do any of those deliberately in front of the Dursleys, knowing full well he'd be scolded, even denied dinner, if they knew. Jamieson learned the hard way that being smarter than the star of the family came with a hefty price, meaning most of the time he simply chooses to act ignorant, dumb and obedient towards them.

As Jamieson began his daily routine, he began to wonder whether he'd be doing this his entire life, being a slave to the Dursleys. or will there be a turning point in his life, where he discovers what his true purpose in life was...

He wishes that moment would come soon.

Once the house was clean top to bottom, with every single chore finished, he sat down in-front of the TV as usual, glancing at the clock, Jamieson was ecstatic to find that he broke his usual record again, meaning he had more time to either continue his self-taught education through reading or watching an educational channel... choosing to watch the TV that day.

2 hours went by, Jamieson quickly switching off the TV once he heard the car pull up into their driveway, Jamieson scurried towards the door, opening it as he usually would, watching in silence as both of his step-parents stepped into the house, complaining about things he couldn't possibly care about.

Jamieson turned a deaf ear towards their conversation, only giving a nod now and then before retreating back into his room in a cupboard under the stairs, wondering if any other boy in the world had a similar life as he did.

'Probably not...' Jamieson thought.

Even though Jamieson prides himself in having quite the knowledge about how the world works, he has almost no experience with it due to how limited his interactions with the outside world was. He could literally count on two hands how many times he gets to leave the house every year.

Little did he know how much of a good thing that was, for a boy whose age is only 10, turning 11 soon, knowing too much about the world might just destroy it for him early on.

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening ya'll, tis I, returning with yet another book and totally not ignoring my other works for now. I've recently gotten back into Harry Potter, which somewhat reignited my passion for writing. Please ignore the previous Harry Potter attempt, re-reading it made me cry inside, realizing it wasn't nearly as good as my previous works, I decided to scrap it and leave it as a reminder.

Anyways, please leave a review underneath, anything is appreciated. Criticisms are always welcome, since its one of many things which brings growth. :D

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A/N: Apologies those who were spammed with Chapter 1 notifications, I accidentally deleted the chapter on mobile instead of modifying it. "