shifting realities

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i woke up as the early morning sun seeped through my curtains, beaming straight at my face...and my foster parents yelling, but i've gotten used to it at this point. i picked up the harry potter book that was lying on my chest from the night prior. i sat the book down while looking at the cover page for a minute or so, i don't think anyone truly understands what i would do to live in hogwarts. i never really thought i belonged here, rather in the reality of harry potter.
i looked at the clock, it was 7:30, i was running late! i quickly got changed into something presentable, trying my best to look good. because god knows that's the only thing i care about, the validation of others. grabbing my things, i raced down the stairs. i opened the front door slowly, doing my best not to disturb my parents...a failed attempt at that.

"running late are we?" my foster dad asked, glaring at me.

"woke up late." i replied blandly. i hate him so much. he's constantly hitting me, and i'm sick of it, frankly. but there's really nothing i can do about it, this is my last chance for a foster home, i'm getting too old. no one else will want me. i've never known my parents, ever since i was a kid everyone's always told me how unexpected it was. they said someone found me in the woods. not a single trace of anyone for miles, all that was left was a scar on my forehead, kind of in the shape of a wind swirl. hence my name, breeze. whenever i was little, i used to try and look for my parents, but i never had any luck, not one single lead. that's the reason i got kicked out of all of my other foster homes, because that's all i cared about. however, once i started getting older, i began to slowly lose hope, not just in my parents, but everything. maybe they just don't want me.

"what did i say would happen if you left the house late again?" my foster dad said, interrupting my thoughts.

now here's the thing with me, i never go down without a fight. i'm extremely ambitious, constantly focused on my goals, and i'm very charming. i care so much what people think about me and i'll do anything to get attention and i absolutely thrive on praise. but with my personality being like that, there's so many false conceptions floating around about me. so many people think i'm disloyal, but in reality, i'm just very picky on who i'm friends with in the first place. but once you gain that trust, you know you have. take my bestfriend, maya mitchell for example. i never open up, ever. because i have the constant fear i'll be seen as vulnerable, and i don't like expressing my emotions because of that. but maya knows that i love her and would do absolutely anything for her, and that's all that matters, and that's what creates the strong friendship that we have. like i said about me seeking validation constantly, that's another thing. everyone thinks i completely disregard everyone's opinions. but in reality, it's what i care most about. i've never really got much attention from anyone, so i'm extremely goal-oriented and do my best to get people to like me. but even with that, i'm not very popular at school, everyone knows me, but i'm not popular. and it's because they are scared of me. and i know that sounds like i'm self-centered or something, but it's true. they're all terrified of me because they think i'm mean. but really i only treat certain people with respect, and that's if they deserve it.

"answer my question, now!" my foster dad yelled, again, bringing me out of my thoughts. i looked up at him with disgust. yes, i remembered exactly what he said he would do to me. but i wasn't going to say it.
"no."

he looked down at me, as if he was surprised by my response and before i could even process what happened, i felt a bloodcurdling pain in my face.
he punched me.

the hands started to shake and it seemed as if the room was shaking also. ever since i was little, every time i got slightly upset i would get this feeling in my stomach that felt like i could do anything. that made me feel like i was more powerful than the whole world. i knew it was something dangerous deep inside me so i always had to control it, because i didn't want to find out what would happen if i let it all out to its max potential. i knew i was different.
i slowly breathed in and looked him in the face.
"i hate you." i said, not too quiet, not too loud. i jerked open the door and stomping out.

"what did you just say to me?" he yelled.

"you heard me, chris." i yelled with my middle finger in the air. i won't be able to go back home tonight. chances are, he's probably drunk and won't even remember that, but i can't take that risk. who knows what he would do to me if he did remember.

i pulled my phone out of my back pocket to examined my face.

"damn." i winced to myself, a bruise was already forming.

i continued my walk to school, trying to think of an excuse as to why i have a bruise. i was running out at this point, it's at least the 8th time this month....and it's only the 13th of september. i have bruises all over my body from him. as an attempt to forget the pain, i pulled my harry potter book out of my backpack and continued to read. about 10 minutes into my walk, i felt a presence behind me, but i continued to move. then, i felt a tug on my backpack and i whipped around.

"who the h-" i stopped in the middle of my sentence, my mood almost immediately changing. "heyy, maya!" i said smiling.

"whoaaa, who'd you think it was!" she asked, still shaken. probably at the thought of what could have possibly happened if i hadn't realized it was her sooner than i did.

"i don't know! that's why i got so defensive."

"well anyways, what are you up to?"

"what do you think?" i asked with that 'what else would it be?' look.

"ahh, of course, harry potter" she said looking down at my hands.

"what else?" i laughed while holding up the book.

"it's not like it's my eighth time reading the series."

we continued our conversation the rest of the way to school.

her and harry potter really are the only reasons i'm still alive. i just wish i could be in both realities. oh what i would do to get advice from hermione
granger, be joking around with ron, fred and george weasley, learning new spells with harry potter, and most of all, giving draco malfoy a big hug...because we're both equally broken.
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