August 28
Dear Diary,
You think it would be easy for me to be the daughter of the famous Harry Potter. Yeah right! I hated being the daughter of Harry Potter. People expect too much of me, to be exactly like him, carefree and adventurous, or even to be her, brainy and clever. I could care less if I was like my parents.
My life as the daughter of The Boy Who Lived isn't really thrilling. Unless you think it's exciting when my dad yells at me, which is liable. I really don't know why he yells. They are stupid things really. It's not easy to be his daughter. I try telling him that, but he won't listen. When I go to school, it's like his first day. Everyone stares at you and whispers behind your back. Wondering if it was really you that was going to their school.
For sixteen years several guys have asked me out. All in which I declined. I figure they only want to go out with because of my name, not because of what my personality was like. Well, there is this one guy, but I know dad won't approve of him, only because he's a Slytherin and that he's the son of an old nemesis of my dad's. Dad could never let bygones be bygones. Marcus isn't such a bad guy. It's just his family name was tainted because of his good for nothing grandfather. Marcus is nothing like his father or grandfather. But my father could care less if Marcus was trying to clean his family's name or whatever.
It would break Dad's heart if he knew what I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I'm still innocent at sixteen, but now that I'm going to be seventeen I could care less. Marcus and I have been secretly dating for two years now. Dad would flip, I know, but I could care less what he thinks now. He really doesn't care about me or what I do, I just remind him too much of Mom.
Uh oh. Dad's coming. I better go now before he notices the light on in two in the morning.
Danielle