(A/N: Derek Rain: Well, here's chapter two. Wasn't that fast? Aren't you proud of me? Oh, and a cookie to KetchupQueen. Shhh… don't tell anybody… )
Wishing for More,
It's not like I can slack off either; my dad punishes me if I don't get perfect grades. I'm not awesome in school either.
I don't get quidditch. What's all the fuss about? It's just brooms and a bunch of balls. And I mean that literally, not figuratively. A lot of those quidditch players are wimps. Not you, I'm sure you're different. There's this one guy at my school who's awesome at quidditch but a wimp. He collapsed when I kicked him in the balls. Wimp, almost as wimpy as Ben, this guy at my primary school, but I won't get into that.
Guess what my sister did today? She trashed my room looking for my school stuff! Luckily, I hid it where she can't find it. I hope. She tried to burn my copy of Hogwarts: A History , but I put an Unbreakable Charm on it 'cause I knew she would get a hold of it sooner or later. And guess what? She told my dad that I had put a spell on the book and then burned it to show off. I'm grounded until school starts. I hope you will write to me. It might help with the boredom.
Only 6 days left in this prison.
Bored as Hell
Dear Bored as Hell,
My mother just informed me that I will be staying the remaining week of break at my aunt's house. This is sort of a blessing and a curse. A blessing because my aunt, if nothing else, is better than my mom. I get to get out of my crap house and I don't have to go school shopping with my mum. Also, the girl I'm in love with lives down the street from my aunt's house. That's where the curse part comes in. The girl, who I'll call "Tess", hates my guts.
I seriously cannot figure out how this came to pass. I've never done anything to her, her family, her friends… but she seems hell-bent on despising me forever. I assume you're a girl; why would she hate me so much?
Ugh,
Wishing for More.
P.S. We play quidditch in between school, meals, and Hogsmeade. It's something to do to pass the time, and if some of us happen not to suck at it, well, then so be it. At least that's how it is for me.