Just when I was able to get some decent sleep, I felt something cold and metallic hitting my skin. It is very painful and I was almost sure that it would leave a bruise on my face. I squinted my eyes and groaned as I got hit on the face. It quickly woke up my senses and I hurriedly forced myself to sit to observe my surroundings.
“Get up!” An annoyingly high-pitched voice rang into my ears. I looked up and saw the face of the person I wanted to see today. It was my Aunt Petunia, with her wrinkled face looking annoyed as ever. What does she want now?
I can see her holding her stick as she tries to wake me up. I immediately got up and realized that I fell asleep while crying in fear last night. My eyes were throbbing from my excessive crying and I didn’t have time to fix my hair or clothe
