March, 7 “Mione?” I called softly to my nine-year-old sister and tossed aside Matilda by Rohde Dhal. It was a story about a brilliant girl named Matilda with parents and a brother who treated her like a dog that ran over something smelly. Like it or not, I could relate to this well, except for the brother part since I did not have one, but even if I did not want to admit it, I was brilliant. Now, I am seven years old and attending class with the sixth years. It is not a pleasant experience though. Everyone in my classes was almost five years older than me and at least a foot taller. I tried to interact with them, but it would end up all the time with the other kids harassing me and calling me a ‘nerd.’ I was not one. Sure, I was smart and good at math but that did not really mean I liked doing it. The only reason I had gotten into sixth year was because my parents made me study day and night nonstop, only feeding me a small portion of food once every few days and letting me have only two hours of sleep. Hermione’s eyes fluttered opened, rushing towards the freshest burnt mark on my arm. Only about ten minutes ago, my parents placed my hand over the stovetop just because I accidentally spilled a glass of water. Just a small glass and now I have this burn. “Do you want me to put onement on it? She asked, but she did not need to be told twice, quick as a flash she quietly disappeared to get some onement. I glanced around the room, my other three sisters, triplets, were at swim practice and my parents weren’t the best people to talk to. So, it was only Hermione who could keep me company. Soon, Hermione came quietly back with some onement. We weren’t allowed to try and cure the scars our parents gave us, if they found out then they would just give us more. More burnt marks by the sides of our arms, more days of being underfed. “Better?’ she asked softly, placing some of the onement on my scar. I winced but nodded in approval. “Why are they like this, ‘Mione?” I asked timidly, as if I were a small child at a new school. Hermione shakes her head. “I don’t know,” She says, placing the last pit of onement on the mark, “Maybe because they’re jealous that we’re clearly better than them” I felt my heart warm up as I giggled in reply. Hermione always knew how to cheer me up when times were rough. “You’ll think they’ll be jealous of us when we leave for collage?” “Definitely,” Hermione smirked, getting up and hiding the onement so our parents couldn’t find it, “But don’t worry, we’ll send them a box of cockroaches once every month. Just to remind them what they really are; foul, little, evil cockroaches that have no brains, so they abuse their kids” I laughed, then stood up and swung my arms around. Pretending to be a cockroach, Hermione followed my lead. Laughing our heads off as we ran around the small room. “Hey, let me bite you!” she called, fake pinching a scar I got a few years ago. I pretended to whimper in pain, a smile still found on my face. “When do you think they’re coming back?,” I asked, walking to the bed, and lying down, “You know, our sisters?” “Probably in an hour or so” she guessed, lying down right beside me. “You know, when we grow up, we should live in the same house together” she said, staring up at the ceiling, I nodded in agreement. “Yeah and get rich so we can buy a mansion!” “It’s going to happen, Inka,” Hermione said softly, rolling to see my face, “We’ll be free from them and one day, we’ll live in the same house together, big or small” But that day never came.
NOW it's the final chapter for the book! Yay! That also means ✨new covor✨ and it'll be the first one I'll make on Pxlr e so double yay! Song is I guess that was Goodbye by Lyn Lapid because I was listening it on REPEAT while writing this
