Sweet Angelics

My imminent death

I have two things on my mind: meat and my imminent death. The first because I'm starving and the second because I'm literally starving. I suppose you want to ask me why? I could give you that answer right away, but I'd like to tease you a little first.

As I stood by a sparkling and cool river, I looked for a snake. To eat of course might I add. It's summer and the sun is high in the sky, burning my skin, but blessing my eyes with the light. The forest is way scarier at night and I don't look forward to another night there. Maybe I should head home, but my pride and stubbornness tell me something else. It's been three days since I left my fathers house and I'm starting to miss the wooden floor under my feet instead of the dirt I'm standing in now, bare feet. My shoes and socks are all soaked from the wet summer we experienced in Britain.

The forest is welcoming and it's trees are stretching out their arms, as if to hug me. The sky had been grey and troubled an hour ago, but now it was a blank blue, like a message for better times. The smell of the rain that had dropped, mixed with the smell of trees, moss and flowers could relax any troubled mind.

I wake up from my daydream and that's when I see it, a fish, and without thinking I duck forward, hands out in front of me, to catch it. But no luck was given to me and I fall face first into the river. 'Ok it's time to go home' I say to myself as I step out of the river and try to squeeze some water out of my T-shirt.

After a couple of hours of walking I find myself at home, realizing that the past three days I have been walking in circles around my house. I mentioned earlier that I said that I was home, but I usually call it my fathers castle. It's not home without my mom, whom died five years ago. Since then things have never been the same. My father and I don't go along without mom and he is still grieving her death. We argue all the time and never agrees with me. He doesn't realize I need stability and warmth and love as a teenager who not only lost her mom, but just survived the battle of Hogwarts. I feel as if I'm never enough for him, if only I was mom. Though I am a lot like her. She was stubborn and intelligent like me, but way nicer and never rude. Anybody who had ever met her, fell in love with her at first sight. Maybe I remind my dad too much of her and that is why he shuts me out. I don't know if I will ever know the answers to those questions, what I do know however is that my father will be disappointed that I left for three days without saying a word, and that I come back looking like homeless person. In the house of the Angelics, you always have to be well mannered.

'Sweetie go take a shower and then get ready for dinner' my father tells me. No sign of affection detected. No hey you went missing for days, I was so worried, welcome home, I missed you or anything slightly affectionate. Oh and speaking of the 'sweetie', that is my nickname. My actual name is Sweet, stupid right? So that makes my full name Sweet Angelics. I guess my parents expected, or hoped rather, for a sweet child and they definitely didn't miss the chance for the most cheesy name ever given in history. But instead, they got me, I might as well be a Slytherin.

After a long shower of scrubbing every inch of my filthy body it feels like my old skin is replaced by a new, fresh and shinier skin. I brush my hair and my teeth and walk downstairs. As Always dinner is ready at precisely 6 o'clock and I'm just in time.

The long mahogany dinner table stretched out as if it's purpose in life was to fill the entire room and put as much distance between my father and I, whom are sitting both at the very ends. The ceiling is high and adorned with chandeliers made of only the most expensive jewels. Big windows dressed with dark, green curtains watch over your every move. The dining room is cold and the idea of a happy family that once lived there is unthinkable. The tragic silence of this broken and cold room is no more when my father speaks up, though there is no warmth or gentleness in his voice.

'So what have you been up to?' my father asks me?

'Just tried to catch a fish, that's all' I simply answer him.

'Three days long?' father asks me as he looks at me with suspicious eyes.

'Yes dad, you know they can swim, so it's rather hard to catch one with your bare hands.' I say sarcastically.

'Yes I know they can swim, do I look like an idiot to you?'

I look at him with a face that says; you know I think you look like an idiot to me.

'Don't you dare speak that thought and eat your dinner' my father commands me strictly.

'I didn't say anything, you must be seeing things that aren't real daddy'.

'Shut up, I know what you meant with that face, don't go looking innocent to me now. Besides you couldn't possibly have been looking for a fish three days long, I doubt you're speaking the truth. I think you were at some sick party again with one of your stupid mudblood friends' my father states.

'Anything better than this hellhole' I answer fiercely, nobody calls my best friend a mudblood.

'That's enough, go to you room and eat your dinner there. I don't want to see you for the rest of the night!' my father shouts.

'My pleasure' I say with a sly smile on my lips.

I stump up the stairs and close the door to my room with a loud bang.

Boy am I happy that I'm leaving for Hogwarts in the morning.