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I'm baaack!

Sorry it took so long to update, I'm on holidays, but I've been out every day. I'm going on holidays from the 14th til the 16th of July and we go back to school 20th.

Chapter 5

Harry

During my second year of pre-school, I stayed friends with Jenn. Dudley and his is friend, Piers, used to try and hurt Jenn and me, as they had just discovered what a useful weapon a fist was. The Kindergarten teacher, Ms Norway, caught them in the act one day and put Dudley in Time Out. One day, as I was running away from Dudley, who was considerably slower than me, but panted on through desperation, I somehow wound up in a toilet cubicle with the door locked. I couldn't really remember how I got in there, but I got in trouble, as the toilet was out-of-bounds at recess.

One day, when Uncle Vernon had come back from the city, I remember him being in a rage, carrying on about some large red-headed family bustling around outside some shops in London (AN Does anyone know what the name of the shops around the Leaky Cauldron are called?)Wearing weird, dress type things.

At pre-school, Dudley always got the most extravagant lunches, and I would get peanut butter sandwiches on stale bread, with some of Mrs. Figgs left over, use-by-November-last-year cakes, usually in some disgusting flavour. Jenn would share something of hers with me, though.

Ron

Pre-school the second time round was definitely less terrifying. Maura moved, so she didn't come to my pre-school any more, but Lyz was still there. The teachers always used to comment on our active imaginations, how we were always inventing some game to play.

On of my best memories is of all my family going to the Quidditch World Cup together (AN Lets say, it comes every 10 years, when they're 4, 14, 24 etc.) That year England was in the Semi-Finals, against Australia, Canada and Ireland.

Lyz invited me to her birthday party that year, at the fun center, she drowned in the ball pit and I had to save her. (AN That happened to me once!)

Hermione

By the time I left pre-school, I had read as many books as your average third-grader. I was reading mini chapter books, and understanding them. The teachers joked that my brain was bigger than my body. At pe-school, your average 4-year-old games and activities didn't interest me. Instead of playing with play-dough, I would read. An Encyclopedia was a lot more interesting than a sand box, and following bugs around the room was boring.

At my end of year Christmas concert, Anne and I got the main parts, as we could remember lines. We even had a mini graduation, my diploma still hangs on my wall. By then I was eagerly anticipating Primary School.

AN Ok, no I need to know something. In England, do they do school like Australia ( Pre-school, 2 years, Primary school, Grades Kindy, year 1, year 2 etc. till year 6, then High school, grades 7 through 12, then Uni) or do they do the whole American thing with Middle School and everything. If its American, can someone please explain it to me. Or do they have a totally differnent system. I NEED HELP!!!! I'M SO CONFUSED!!!!

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