Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created most of the characters and scenes. I renamed them and tweeked everything a little.
A fourteen-year old girl lay on her bed. Actually, it was just a mattress and a fluffy comforter. This was Harriet porter. She wasn't your average girl, which was too bad for the Dudleys, the family she lived with. They were a family that loved to gossip but not be gossiped about. They were all about what other people thought. They were always trying to be as normal as possible. This included Uncle Vince, Aunt Patty, and Darsey. Uncle Vince, a high-tempered, slightly chubby man, was always yelling at Harriett to try and look as normal as possible. Harriett didn't, of course. She wore boys' clothes and held her black hair up in low, messy pigtails all the time. She also, sometimes, had variously placed braids on her head. For when she got lost in thought, like she usually did, she would start to braid out of boredom. She also had a scar by the corner of her right eye. You could say it looked like a strange cross or a crooked 'X'. Aunt Patty was your every day housewife. She cleaned every day and occasionally made pies, of which Harriett never got any. She would try to be as mean as Uncle Vince but could never pull it off. Darsey was a fifteen-year old who like to wear "cute" clothes. She was always found gossiping on the phone and her hair color was always changing. When she wasn't at home, she was on dates with bad guys, shopping with Uncle Vince's money, or at "school".
Now, Harriett lay in her room, which was actually a garage. She had tried her best to make it homey, though. She had put old blankets on the floor so it wasn't so cold and hard all the time and painted the wall with different pictures of things like animals, people, clouds, rubber chickens, and flowers. Harriett liked to paint and was good at it. The Dudleys never noticed, though. She also kept her few clothes in some large toolboxes she found.
Now, she was braiding her hair again. She was thinking about what had happened today. She was doing the dishes when an owl had flown through the window with a letter. Aunt Patty, who was sweeping, had snatched it before Harriett could reach it. Later on, after shooing the owl away, she asked whom the letter was for. The only response she got was, "None of your business! You don't really think an owl could have delivered this letter! He probably snatched it from a mailman!" But Harriett knew it was for her. She had seen her name on the front. She had been thinking about it all day. Could it have been from her parents?