Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Laura, who I hope will always just be Laura.
When I'm Sad I Slide… Literally.
I have arguments with her. All the time in fact. She calls me freak, I call her bitch, She goes to her room, I go to the kiddy play-park at the end of the road.
I always liked the slide. It's so simple. It's always just there. The swings used to scare me, still do to some extent. They go so high, and if you fall off, bad things happen. The round-a-bout is too fast. I'm too tall for the monkey bars. So the slide, my first and only playground love, is perfect.
On the slide, I can just sit, and away I go. It's not as thrilling as when I was four, and the slide was twice as big as me, not the other way around. But even when I don't slide down, I can just sit, with a sense of superiority of being higher than ground-level. I can think back to when I wasn't a witch, but just Lily.
But just Lily is boring, despite what Petunia says.
Well, that's the end of my first sort-of-chaptered-but-not-really. I hope you enjoyed it, I sort of did.
Oh yes, and I'm posting this at around the same time as Chapter 4. I don't think that many people enjoyed it. Which is good actually, as it means that I have no obligation to write depressing crap. I am now free to write fluff. Psh. Yeah right.