Harriet Lily Potter was not a loved child. It was as plain as day for anyone to see if one chose to pay a little closer attention. Little Harriet Potter knew that by the time she was eight years old. It was clear to her that her Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't love her the way they loved her cousin Dudley.
Harriet was sure they despised her, but little Harriet loved to read. She would read that a knight on a shiny white horse would ride in to save the princess. However, little Harriet wasn't a princess. She was a Freak.
Freak - a verb meaning: A person, animal, or plant with unusual physical abnormality.
Harriet didn't think she was abnormal, but all her family said so. So she must be.
Those thoughts made her sad, like when her aunt would snarl at her and lock little Harriet in her cupboard.
Harriet wanted it to stop. She didn't like the cupboard. She didn't like when her family would yell at her or hit her.
One day, there was a story on the television. The mysterious mountain where people had been going missing. A joke between her cousin and his father had them laughing. Her aunt did not laugh and locked her in her cupboard.
Uncle Vernon liked the joke so much he wanted to make it come true.
A few days later, he had his chance. He loaded little Harriet into the car, drove to that mysterious mountain, and left her there.
Harriet had been left at places before, but nowhere like this. It was getting dark, and her glasses were fogging from the humidity. So she began to walk, attempting and failing not to trip over roots and twigs. It wasn't very long before she realized she was hopelessly lost. She was very close to giving up hope until she heard a voice call to her.
"Over here!" Said the voice of a boy, hopefully no older than she was.
So Harriet ran towards it, pushing through the thick bush to see the boy ten feet away from her. The darkness masked the drop in between them.
"Over here!" He said again and offered his hand.
She rushed forward to take it, only to trip and fall into the abyss.
Darkness enveloped, and Harriet woke at the bottom of the drop, cushioned by golden flowers. The boy sat beside her, only now Harriet could see that he wasn't a boy, but a ghost.
"You've fallen down, don't worry. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
He offered her his hands and helped her up. "I'm Chara," he said.
"I'm Harriet, but my family calls me Freak."
"That's a horrible name. I'm going to call you Frisk."
"Frisk?" She thought for a second. "I like it."
He smiled with sharp teeth. "Good."
Hey there! Tamwyn here, this is my first attempt at a real story. Let me know what you think and there will be more to come!