"Happy Birthday, Torie!"
"Ah! Oh, it's just you, Mother. Go away!" Torie awoke from a very bad dream to be staring at her mother. It was Torie's eleventh birthday, and she didn't want to be bothered. Actually, she didn't want to be alive. "Go-away-now."
"Torie, are you still angry at me for banning you from reading 'Harry Potter?'"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I still am mad at you. All my friends read it! Why won't you let me?"
Torie's mother was against witchcraft and sorcery. She thought people who could perform magic had bad blood. She didn't want to expose her only daughter to such rubbish.
"Haven't I gone over this with you about six hundred and thirty-two times!" Torie's mom shouted. (A/N: Torie's last name is Fox, so I'm going to call her mother Mrs. Fox)
"No, actually. You've gone over it six hundred and thirty-one times!" Torie shouted back in a matter-of-factly voice.
"Well, Torie, I'm gonna make it thirty-two!" Mrs. Fox forced a smile. Torie gave a sick smile back. "People-who-do-magic-have-bad-blood! I- don't-want-you-reading-about-people-who-have-bad-blood!"
"But Mom-" Torie started.
"Don't 'but mom' me! Go down and eat your breakfast!" Mrs. Fox interrupted.
"Fine." Torie sighed. I'll have presents anyway, she thought.
She had presents allright. From her mom and dad, cousins, friends, and...
"Ah! Oh, it's just you, Mother. Go away!" Torie awoke from a very bad dream to be staring at her mother. It was Torie's eleventh birthday, and she didn't want to be bothered. Actually, she didn't want to be alive. "Go-away-now."
"Torie, are you still angry at me for banning you from reading 'Harry Potter?'"
"As a matter of fact, yes, I still am mad at you. All my friends read it! Why won't you let me?"
Torie's mother was against witchcraft and sorcery. She thought people who could perform magic had bad blood. She didn't want to expose her only daughter to such rubbish.
"Haven't I gone over this with you about six hundred and thirty-two times!" Torie's mom shouted. (A/N: Torie's last name is Fox, so I'm going to call her mother Mrs. Fox)
"No, actually. You've gone over it six hundred and thirty-one times!" Torie shouted back in a matter-of-factly voice.
"Well, Torie, I'm gonna make it thirty-two!" Mrs. Fox forced a smile. Torie gave a sick smile back. "People-who-do-magic-have-bad-blood! I- don't-want-you-reading-about-people-who-have-bad-blood!"
"But Mom-" Torie started.
"Don't 'but mom' me! Go down and eat your breakfast!" Mrs. Fox interrupted.
"Fine." Torie sighed. I'll have presents anyway, she thought.
She had presents allright. From her mom and dad, cousins, friends, and...
