Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not mental. I really do own it all. I've finally have the money…Darn, I was just daydreaming.
Stepfather
Darla was going to her school for her summer lessons. Her dad said it would be very profitable to go learn things earlier or something like that.
Yeah, uh huh. Still, she hated school no matter how profitable it was. School was boring and just a waste of time. She'd much rather spend time with her dad or skate around or eat and sleep all day. She just didn't want to go to school.
Thank God that it was now her last year of high school after summer ends. And there was no way she was going to go to college. She'd probably wait for a year or two because her dad would most probably send her to college anyway.
She let an exasperated sigh. 'Man, I want to go back to sleep.'
When she entered her classroom, she noticed that only one other person was there at the time. It was a boy with untidy short black hair and emerald eyes that were framed by large round glasses. He looked scrawny in those way too big for him gray sweats, a bit pale and he had this wicked scar on his forehead.
She came up to him and said, "Hey! How you doin'? Are you new here? If that's the case you just got yourself a new friend. The name's Darla. What's yours?"
He looked a bit shocked that someone actually came to talk to him. Then he smiled and he held out a hand to which she took and said, "Harry. My name's Harry Potter."
