Tuesday

Journal,

Day 2 has come and gone. And it got worse today since it was a FULL day of things. But at least the day wasn't all bad. Here, I'll tell you about it

The day started with a yell from Vernon outside the tent. It started to make me miss my cupboardNOT! Well, Petunia made breakfast while Dudley whined about all the bugs he could hear through his tent. The little bastard almost convinced them that I was out there trying to scare him. But Vernon, for once, defended me and said he had checked at midnight if I was out. Thank God I went to bed when I did.

Dudley has always been a whiner, and a pretty damn good one at that. He once convinced his friends that I was an international spy against the CIA of Britain and I wouldn't stop til I ruled the world. Of course after a few days of furious beating on me, they discarded that. They quoted "No one who was an international spy could be that easy to beat up." Man, if I could only justZAP! I would be really happy. But I'm still under-aged. (Damn it!)

Anyway, Vernon decided to take Dudley hunting in the woods. Dudley immediately opened his mouth, pulling out all the whine he could spare. He even started to talk about some disease you can get by sitting out in the wild. He probably made it up. But in the end, he was forced into going.

"And if you don't catch anything, Dudders, I'll still love you anyway," Petunia said in a sweet voice. Bet she wouldn't say that to me. Well, that was that. Dudley went off with his bow and arrow (LOL!) and Vernon with his gun. And I got left with Petunia. Of course, they wouldn't let me just sit around and do nothing. So Petunia stuck me stupid things to do all day.

First, she told me to put out the fire cause she was getting too hot. Then she told me to go and get firewood. That took about half an hour. When I got back, she told me to rebuild the fire because a slight chill had come through. Right, like I believe that. She also told me to start cleaning up the campsite because some animal may come wanting food and we don't want them thinking we are pigs. I'm sitting there thinking: What the hell do they care how good looking the campsite is? But I did it anyway.

It went on like that with different things all day until they came back. I help back a laugh when I saw two big marks on Dudley's forehead. The bow and arrow must have backfiredliterally! Dudley immediately glared at me right before he smacked at a mosquito on his arm, looked at it under his hand, and said, "Ew."

"I talked to my co-worker," Vernon told us. His co-worker evidently had a wife, a son, and a daughter around Dudley's age. "They've invited us to a hike on Thursday. I've accepted it." Wow, more fun. How can I resist? The problem is I can't resist because I have no choice.

Well, I cooked dinner for everyone again. I had BBQ beans. I almost wished I had brang my stash with me from under my floorboard, but they might have noticed something. I finished my History of Magic essay tonight. And I just got started on my Herbology essay. It's my second to last one.

Wait a sec, I just heard something outside. I'd better close up my tent. It's hot tonight, but I guess I'll have to bear with it. Well, until tomorrow.

- Harry