Okay, this chapter is very short, and very random, but I needed to vent
some frustration. For the two people that care, driver's ed is over so
hopefully I will have more time to update this story and start to work on
other things that are more meaningful. For now, enjoy this chapter that
mirrors my frustrating family life.
Chapter Three
The next morning, Harry woke up just knowing it was going to be one of those days. He turned over groggily and looked at the repaired alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 10:30. He looked at it for about three seconds, the let his head fall back onto his pillow. Screw it I'm not getting up. It's not like I'm doing anything today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that...
* * *
About five minutes later Harry was jerked awake by a rapping on the door (again) and his aunt saying in a whiny, nasal voice, "Harry? Don't you think it's time to get up?"
"No..." he groaned, too low for his aunt to hear.
"Harry?"
Harry mumbled something unintelligible, and since Aunt Petunia acknowledged that he was awake, she continued.
"I made a bowl of oats for myself, would you like some?"
"No, I'll just have some toast," he mumbled.
"What?"
"I'll just have some toast," he said, a little louder than he intended.
"Do you want some fruit?"
"No."
"An oatmeal bar to go with it?"
"No."
"Some eggs?"
"No, thank you."
"Just toast then?"
"Yep."
"It'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Okay."
Wow, Harry thought as he forced himself to sit up. It's gonna be a long day...
Chapter Three
The next morning, Harry woke up just knowing it was going to be one of those days. He turned over groggily and looked at the repaired alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 10:30. He looked at it for about three seconds, the let his head fall back onto his pillow. Screw it I'm not getting up. It's not like I'm doing anything today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that...
* * *
About five minutes later Harry was jerked awake by a rapping on the door (again) and his aunt saying in a whiny, nasal voice, "Harry? Don't you think it's time to get up?"
"No..." he groaned, too low for his aunt to hear.
"Harry?"
Harry mumbled something unintelligible, and since Aunt Petunia acknowledged that he was awake, she continued.
"I made a bowl of oats for myself, would you like some?"
"No, I'll just have some toast," he mumbled.
"What?"
"I'll just have some toast," he said, a little louder than he intended.
"Do you want some fruit?"
"No."
"An oatmeal bar to go with it?"
"No."
"Some eggs?"
"No, thank you."
"Just toast then?"
"Yep."
"It'll be ready in a few minutes."
"Okay."
Wow, Harry thought as he forced himself to sit up. It's gonna be a long day...
