Sorry for leaving it a while, but I couldn't remember parts and I had to come up with some of the details. Creative License and all, right? So anyway, here we are, hope you've got a taste for flames, 'cause it's time for some barbeque brick!

Chapter 5

Yo punks, have I got a treat for ya! Not only do you have to read what I have to say, you've got to enjoy it too, OR ELSE! Now that we've got that covered, here's some story about Harry, and something tells me you'll love it.

For the record though, when we went into the care system I felt completely betrayed by everyone, and I flipped out for good reasons when Mum first came back into our life, although I kinda regret it now. For about a year or so I treated Mum with as much disrespect as I could muster, but that wasn't enough, and it drained Harold with him being constantly on the edge. Joy tried his best for the next 3 years to make everything okay in our lives, as well as other people's too.

Heck, we even got into Harry Potter for the first time. If you've ever read Harry Potter then you know just how awesome it is, spells and death and fun and death and mystery and death… the list goes on forever. Nowadays, if there isn't something that Harry knows about the series then it ain't worth knowing, if you get what I mean, but back in primary school we found it very difficult to remember all sorts of stuff, and that made me grumpy as hell. If you couldn't remember how to do simple things like tie shoelaces or times tables (y'know, the multiplying stuff), I'm sure you'd get darned annoyed too.

When we reached year 5 (So to you trans-atlantic buddies, that's 4th grade), sometimes we'd have to answer questions about multiplications before we'd be allowed to leave at the end of the day, so of course we were almost always one of the last to leave, especially when it came to the sevens or eights. In a class of around thirty, that's a long time standing around for nothing.

Around about this time was when we got a PlayStation 2 and it was so badass, like, literal shooting and crazy driving and Spider Man (Back when we were nine Spider Man was a really cool super hero, now I realise he's mediocre at best. I mean come on, he doesn't do anything special at all compared to others in the Marvel multiverse). I forced the others to invite our friends 'round our place so we could show them just how awesome we were and how hardcore these games were. Fear gave in pretty much right away, Joy wanted to have as much fun as possible and Disgust couldn't wait to boost our social status so we were pretty much set.

The time I remember the most was our 9th birthday party, when we had pretty much all of Harry's friends round our place, and I was ready for some petty videogame violence. So, when it came around I was hyped up and ready for action, and when Evan, through all of his awesomeness, brought around some great games to play, Joy was jumping for herself, if you get what I mean. Heh, that joke was pathetic. Anyway...

"You know the drill guys. It's time for some fight to the death, and look, I got Smackdown vs Raw 2006. Wanna play?"

"What kinda question is that dumbass?"

"Yeah Evan, just put the disc in all ready!"

Everyone else was ready, and it was showtime. I was in the zone, and it was great how none of the others bothered to interupt me when I was Smacking and Rawing. We lost countless times, but that was the best birthday I had ever had.

Needless to say, being angry makes you have fun sometimes, and I am testament to that. I sometimes wish that Harry embraced me more often, then we would have real fun, not that pathetic namby pamby nonsense of pretending to be our favourite superheroes we used to do at lunchtimes, Joy...

But now it's happy head himself back in the spotlight, and I get a rest from all this jibber jabber, see ya later punks!