Have you ever wondered why you are here on Earth? I have. I don't really
know the purpose of why I exist. I'm nothing special to anybody. I'm not
even sure if I'm loved.
I never thought that I was great. Really, I had no grand feelings about myself. My looks are normal, I guess. My hair is a reddish-brown color, and my eyes are green. I'm seventeen years old and I'm about average height (five foot eight). Not that great.
I don't exactly care what I look like, or how I act. I like to be myself. I truly think that that's what counts, being you. Then you know if your friends and other people like you for you, not some fake person.
I was up in my room, on Privet Drive, house number four. I'm probably really lucky to have my own room. Well, the only reason I do is because my family doesn't want me in their sight. And I know when I'm not wanted.
My parents hated me ever since I became a student of Hogwarts. I, myself, was pretty surprised when I found out I was a witch. At first, I thought it all a joke. Magic? Yeah right! But it really did exist. It was fun, going to another school, filled with different people, good and bad.
My parents gave me the decision of going or staying. What did they think I was going to say? I was NOT going to live in this hell!
How many kids would stay with ever-hating parents? Not too many, that's for sure. That is why I decided to leave for Hogwarts School, leaving my parents for a year.
But I always have to come back for summer holidays, which sucks. Usually, like now, I stay hidden in my room. My mother would throw a fit if I laid one single hand on her silverware. My father would hurt me if I read a newspaper that "he" bought. Petunia, my evil horse of a sister, would scream and yell on and on if I even said "hello" to her. My family hates me. Me, Lily Evans.
Today, my smelly grandmother was coming over for dinner. She always smelt like some sinister potion, or something. I would have liked to stay up in my miniature area, but my mother insisted that I be present at suppertime.
Grandma Agnes loved to pinch my cheeks, hard. When I say my family hated me, I meant ALL of my relatives. My cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, mother, father, you name it. They all knew of my "abnormality" of being a magical person. They were disgusted with me.
"LILITH EVANS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Mother screamed up the stairs.
I grimaced. Lilith isn't my idea of a nice name. In fact, I hate it. That's why I like to be called Lily. My family knows how much it bothers me, and that's why they use it.
Even though Mother could get really very malicious and cruel, I didn't budge. There was no way I was going to WILLINGLY meet Grandma. No way at all.
"YOU ROTTEN RASCAL! GET DOWN HERE NOW AND MEET YOUR UNDESERVED GRANDMOTHER!" She shouted again, almost shaking the whole house.
I leaned back on my bed. I, being the most unwanted, got the hundred-year- old bed cover and sheets. They smelt like a mixture of puke and mothballs. Ugh, not pleasant.
I heard thumping of shoes on steps, and my door opened with a bang. I quickly pretended to sleep, hoping that Mother hadn't noticed my eyes closing so suddenly.
"Lilith! Don't play these foolish games with me!" Mother yelled furiously.
I sighed and let my eyes flutter open slowly. I propped myself up on one elbow.
"What?" I asked lazily, acting as if I had just awoken.
"What? You dare ask me what? Your grandmother's here! Get downstairs NOW!" My mother said in a deep, warning voice.
"I was sleeping. Wake me later." I replied, falling back onto my creaky bed.
"No! Up! NOW!" Mother hollered at my face.
"Nooooooo!"
"YES!"
"No. I was sleeping."
"Yes. Grandma is here!" She said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of my bed.
Mother tugged me down the red, carpeted stair. I could feel her long red nails dig into my arm as she steered me toward the front door where my grandmother Agnes was waiting, smiling evilly. My mother pushed me toward the great, wrinkly prune, making me fall into her frail arms.
As I expected, she grabbed my cheeks and pinched them hard.
"How is my Lilith?" She asked in a crackly, broken voice.
"Just great." I answered stiffly, pulling myself swiftly out of her tight embrace.
"Shall we eat, Grandmother Agnes?" Petunia questioned sweetly.
"Oh, yes, Petunia dear!" She responded, smiling at my "perfect" horse-faced sister.
Mother and Petunia helped the old loony into the dining room, talking quietly. My sister looked behind her shoulder and smirked. She thought it funny the way my wicked grandmother treated me.
I rubbed my cheeks. For an ancient lady, she definitely had a strong grip. None-the-less, I followed my much-hated family into the dinner room, prepared for a dreadful meal.
"So Lilith, how is your school?" Grandma Agnes asked me, taking a sip from her wine glass. She looked over the rim to see my expression.
"Great. How's the old folks home?" I said back, tilting my chair backward.
My mother and Petunia glared at me. Geez, it was just polite! Or maybe not, but it was funny!
"Oh my dear! How sweet of you to ask! It's simply wonderful!" She clapped her hands together, "We play Bingo every night and Board Night is every Friday . . ."
I sighed. The lady could go on and on the whole night! After about ten minutes, I got fed up.
"Can I be excused?" I said clearly and loudly over Grandma's voice.
"Of course not! Lilith! Your grandmother's talking!" Mother said angrily, "Go on, Mother."
I put my head in my hands and rubbed my temples. Why did they like to torture me like this? Listening to the madwoman was terrible, and my family knew that. I was always the one to get picked on. Why? I'm a witch, big deal. I'm not THAT different.
I really couldn't wait until September 1st came. I'd finally be out of this dreadful place. Away from people who didn't respect me. Away from the place I hated most.
At Hogwarts, I'm not well known or anything, but still, I was where people enjoyed my presence. I had a couple good friends. No boyfriends, though. But I don't care. If guys don't like me for who I am, I'm glad they don't talk to me.
"Lilith! Pay attention!" Petunia snapped, breaking into my thoughts.
I lifted my head from my arms and pretended to listen to the pointless conversation. I could tell my eyes were glazed over, and I could see my mother glaring at me through the corner of my eye.
"It's getting late, isn't it?" I interrupted politely.
"Of course not, Lilith," my mother replied softly, "We still have coffee in the living room."
I let out an exasperated groan and let my head fall into my arms again.
It was dark outside by the time I fell onto my bed. Grandma Agnes had completely tired me out with all her blabbering about . . . nothing.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of castle far, far away.
I never thought that I was great. Really, I had no grand feelings about myself. My looks are normal, I guess. My hair is a reddish-brown color, and my eyes are green. I'm seventeen years old and I'm about average height (five foot eight). Not that great.
I don't exactly care what I look like, or how I act. I like to be myself. I truly think that that's what counts, being you. Then you know if your friends and other people like you for you, not some fake person.
I was up in my room, on Privet Drive, house number four. I'm probably really lucky to have my own room. Well, the only reason I do is because my family doesn't want me in their sight. And I know when I'm not wanted.
My parents hated me ever since I became a student of Hogwarts. I, myself, was pretty surprised when I found out I was a witch. At first, I thought it all a joke. Magic? Yeah right! But it really did exist. It was fun, going to another school, filled with different people, good and bad.
My parents gave me the decision of going or staying. What did they think I was going to say? I was NOT going to live in this hell!
How many kids would stay with ever-hating parents? Not too many, that's for sure. That is why I decided to leave for Hogwarts School, leaving my parents for a year.
But I always have to come back for summer holidays, which sucks. Usually, like now, I stay hidden in my room. My mother would throw a fit if I laid one single hand on her silverware. My father would hurt me if I read a newspaper that "he" bought. Petunia, my evil horse of a sister, would scream and yell on and on if I even said "hello" to her. My family hates me. Me, Lily Evans.
Today, my smelly grandmother was coming over for dinner. She always smelt like some sinister potion, or something. I would have liked to stay up in my miniature area, but my mother insisted that I be present at suppertime.
Grandma Agnes loved to pinch my cheeks, hard. When I say my family hated me, I meant ALL of my relatives. My cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, mother, father, you name it. They all knew of my "abnormality" of being a magical person. They were disgusted with me.
"LILITH EVANS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Mother screamed up the stairs.
I grimaced. Lilith isn't my idea of a nice name. In fact, I hate it. That's why I like to be called Lily. My family knows how much it bothers me, and that's why they use it.
Even though Mother could get really very malicious and cruel, I didn't budge. There was no way I was going to WILLINGLY meet Grandma. No way at all.
"YOU ROTTEN RASCAL! GET DOWN HERE NOW AND MEET YOUR UNDESERVED GRANDMOTHER!" She shouted again, almost shaking the whole house.
I leaned back on my bed. I, being the most unwanted, got the hundred-year- old bed cover and sheets. They smelt like a mixture of puke and mothballs. Ugh, not pleasant.
I heard thumping of shoes on steps, and my door opened with a bang. I quickly pretended to sleep, hoping that Mother hadn't noticed my eyes closing so suddenly.
"Lilith! Don't play these foolish games with me!" Mother yelled furiously.
I sighed and let my eyes flutter open slowly. I propped myself up on one elbow.
"What?" I asked lazily, acting as if I had just awoken.
"What? You dare ask me what? Your grandmother's here! Get downstairs NOW!" My mother said in a deep, warning voice.
"I was sleeping. Wake me later." I replied, falling back onto my creaky bed.
"No! Up! NOW!" Mother hollered at my face.
"Nooooooo!"
"YES!"
"No. I was sleeping."
"Yes. Grandma is here!" She said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of my bed.
Mother tugged me down the red, carpeted stair. I could feel her long red nails dig into my arm as she steered me toward the front door where my grandmother Agnes was waiting, smiling evilly. My mother pushed me toward the great, wrinkly prune, making me fall into her frail arms.
As I expected, she grabbed my cheeks and pinched them hard.
"How is my Lilith?" She asked in a crackly, broken voice.
"Just great." I answered stiffly, pulling myself swiftly out of her tight embrace.
"Shall we eat, Grandmother Agnes?" Petunia questioned sweetly.
"Oh, yes, Petunia dear!" She responded, smiling at my "perfect" horse-faced sister.
Mother and Petunia helped the old loony into the dining room, talking quietly. My sister looked behind her shoulder and smirked. She thought it funny the way my wicked grandmother treated me.
I rubbed my cheeks. For an ancient lady, she definitely had a strong grip. None-the-less, I followed my much-hated family into the dinner room, prepared for a dreadful meal.
"So Lilith, how is your school?" Grandma Agnes asked me, taking a sip from her wine glass. She looked over the rim to see my expression.
"Great. How's the old folks home?" I said back, tilting my chair backward.
My mother and Petunia glared at me. Geez, it was just polite! Or maybe not, but it was funny!
"Oh my dear! How sweet of you to ask! It's simply wonderful!" She clapped her hands together, "We play Bingo every night and Board Night is every Friday . . ."
I sighed. The lady could go on and on the whole night! After about ten minutes, I got fed up.
"Can I be excused?" I said clearly and loudly over Grandma's voice.
"Of course not! Lilith! Your grandmother's talking!" Mother said angrily, "Go on, Mother."
I put my head in my hands and rubbed my temples. Why did they like to torture me like this? Listening to the madwoman was terrible, and my family knew that. I was always the one to get picked on. Why? I'm a witch, big deal. I'm not THAT different.
I really couldn't wait until September 1st came. I'd finally be out of this dreadful place. Away from people who didn't respect me. Away from the place I hated most.
At Hogwarts, I'm not well known or anything, but still, I was where people enjoyed my presence. I had a couple good friends. No boyfriends, though. But I don't care. If guys don't like me for who I am, I'm glad they don't talk to me.
"Lilith! Pay attention!" Petunia snapped, breaking into my thoughts.
I lifted my head from my arms and pretended to listen to the pointless conversation. I could tell my eyes were glazed over, and I could see my mother glaring at me through the corner of my eye.
"It's getting late, isn't it?" I interrupted politely.
"Of course not, Lilith," my mother replied softly, "We still have coffee in the living room."
I let out an exasperated groan and let my head fall into my arms again.
It was dark outside by the time I fell onto my bed. Grandma Agnes had completely tired me out with all her blabbering about . . . nothing.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of castle far, far away.