Katheryn's Point of View:
I was peacefully sleeping under the thin blankets that were covering me. I opened my eyes and it was pitch dark. I could hear Harry snoring slightly near me. It was pretty cramped, since we were sleeping in a small cupboard. Plus, we've been in that cupboard since we were born. That's what Aunt Petunia said.
I shut my eyes, praying that morning didn't come yet. I just realized it was Dudley's birthday. Oh whatever. He's mean to Harry and I so I wouldn't bother even saying 'Happy Birthday Dudley' or even look at him. He's a jerk. Like he bullies Harry and 1 like 24/7.
Suddenly the cupboard door opened, the light came into the small room. I opened my eyes slightly and saw Aunt Petunia through my lidded eyes. I quickly shut them, hoping that it was a dream. But no, it wasn't.
My ears were deaf when she clashed two pans against each other, since I was the one nearest to the door. "Up! Get up now! Now! Katheryn, make breakfast…NOW! Harry, go set the plates. Got it?" Aunt Petunia screeched. My god, she always sounded like a dying hyena or a harpy.
I turned around, my back facing hers. I groaned. I was having such a good dream. It was a flying motorcycle. Weird…Harry groaned too.
"Are you up yet?" Aunt Petunia screeched. God, she's annoying.
"Nearly…" Harry and I said in sync. We're like twins. We always talk at the same time, which is frustrating because sometime we talk at the same time so we can't hear other. We stick together wherever we go. We're not twins though. Harry has jet black hair and emerald green eyes. I have hazelnut brown hair and ocean blue eyes. We look completely different but we act the same.
Harry got and rubbed his eyes before placing his glasses on his nose and yawned. "good morning Kate…" He said sleepily.
I smiled cheekily, "Morning Harry." I rummaged through my bad of clothes that contains bits and pieces of hand-me-downs and some new things because I was a girl. I took out faded ray hoodie that has the words 'I Don't Know' and some ripped blue jeans. I took out my brown combat boots and went to the guest bathroom to change and to get prepped for the day.
When I came back to the cupboard room, Harry was still in his tiny make-shift bed and he was still sleeping—well attempting to. I took my pillow and whacked him. "Wake up, dummy." I said, still groggily. I am definitely not a morning person.
I made my way to the kitchen to eat an apple. Aunt Petunia said I'm only allowed to eat an apple for breakfast. She said that most of the food is for Dudley because 'He's a big boy and he needs his food to grow up.' I finished my apple and threw it in the garbage. I started to get the eggs and the butter for some scrambled eggs and the sunny-side eggs. It looks like a sun to me. I cracked some eggs and then whisked it while the pan was heating up and I placed butter and allowed it to melt. I poured the eggs into the pan and decided that I should make an omelet. I quickly took some tomatoes and some other ingredients and make an omelet 'specially for Duddy', quoting Aunt Petunia.