Disclaimer: I don't own anybody except Annalee. It's all J.K. Rowling's.
I don't think many of you were waiting for this to come out, but if you're upset, sorry about the wait, I couldn't figure out where to take this. Hope you like it. Let me know. Please review. And please no flames.
Dad and I were in the process of cleaning up dinner when Mom and Hermione came home. They had a bag or two, odd for their shopping trips. It's usually more than that, especially when I go. I finished cleaning and then walked in to talk to Mom.
"Hey, can you take me out so I can grab some underwear? I just need a new pack. We can grab them on the way to shopping for school stuff." I lose most of my undergarments for some reason. Oh, well.
"Anna, dear, I don't know how we're getting there and I don't know if we'll have time." She was frazzled, her perfect hair falling out of its bindings.
"But, Mom," I can whine just as well as Hermione when I want to, "It would take about five minutes. I know the ones I want and everything."
"Annalee, I said I don't know. If you had responded when I asked if you wanted to come with us or needed us to grab anything, you should have said something then." She put her head in her hand. "And, anyway, I'm not sure I'm comfortable sending the two of you to this school. We don't know anything about this school. It could be a fraud for all we know. Magic? Really, Annalee, I expected you to know better."
"Why were you so excited about it before?" I was so confused. Just like my mother to backtrack.
"I didn't really think about it until I went shopping. I'm not sure what's going to happen. You'll just have to wait. If we don't go shopping for that school, we'll go get you your stuff. Okay?" She sounded defeated.
"Okay." She seemed excited before. What's the deal? I don't understand. I wonder what happened when they were out. I grabbed the book I was reading before and went upstairs. I could hear Dad walk into the living room.
"How was your day?" He asked Mom. I could imagine him sitting on the couch beside my mother and placing his strong arm around her.
"Long. I know I was so excited about them getting this amazing request, just one more way my girls were special. Then while we were out, I realized that I'm going to let my baby girls go away to this place I have no idea about where any countless number of things can happen to them." From my position on the stairs, I could hear her sobs.
"Martha, dear, you know it will be okay. We have time still. We can look into this whole boarding school thing." Dad's soothing voice drifted across the house.
"I already committed Hermione to them. I'm going to take care of Annalee's letter soon. I'm not going to refuse her going if Hermione is allowed to go." Wait. Double take. She's going to take care of my letter too? Because she wants it to be fair? Woah.
"Did you not ask Annalee to come with you today?" Dad sounded concerned.
"I did. Did she say I didn't? She must not have heard me. I thought I heard her tell me no. I will apologize when I see her." I was upset all afternoon because I can't hear? Wow. Oh well. I'll talk to her.
I finished my walk upstairs. Is all of what I don't get from my mother in my head? Do I imagine that my mother favors Hermione? This is odd. I slowly finished walking upstairs. I guess I should ask Hermione. I walked over to her door and knocked quietly. "Mom, I'm tired of talking to you. All you ask is if I think that Annalee hates you or not. Mom, I'm sick of it." She sounded tired but still whiney.
"Hermione, it's me. Not mom. Can I talk to you?" I waited for a response, counting in my head to keep my frustration down because we have barely talked, but she was already whining. But something about what she said didn't sit right.
"Oh, well, sure." I pushed the door open and looked around. I was rarely in her room. It was very different compared to mine. Mom had kind of taken over and covered it from floor to ceiling bookshelves all the way around the room excluding a small section for a small bed against the far wall. I kind of felt sorry for her. It didn't look like an eleven year olds room should have.
"Hermione, is it true that mom asks if I hate her? She actually talks about me?" The look she gave me could have killed me.
"Do you have to be all about you? You don't care about what I get, only that you didn't get something as nice. Yes, Mom cares about you, why wouldn't she? And when you're not around being so…angsty, she worries that you're rejecting her." She spat out. "Just go. You don't understand."
"And you're little miss perfect? You being the whiny obnoxious one who cries if I get something you get? You have no idea what the deal is. You have no right to tell me I'm wrong. You're a jerk too. You whine and Mom gives you whatever you want. You have no idea." I yelled. I was so sick of it. "I'm not dealing with you anymore. Be a jerk. Make my life worse. That's fine." I walked out of the room and slammed the door.
This was why I don't talk to my sister that often. Why did I think she would willingly talk to me and not yell and argue and make me the bad guy? She's the spoiled brat. I got to my room and opened the door. Is she? I mean what if I'm the one that just shoves everyone away and don't care what they think? Well, I am, but am I that much of a jerk? No. She can't be right. I'm not like that. I can't be. I've never done anything wrong. Hermione was the one who couldn't be happy with what she had. She had
to take what I had too. I curled up in my pristine navy comforter and opened my book I had been reading before Mom and Hermione came home. I fell asleep thinking about how maybe if I ran away to that magic school I could be adventurous just like Claudia.