'Do not forget your status in this world.' 'You will not bring shame to the Harper name,' she hissed at me. I was sprawled out on the floor, glaring at the ceiling of the living room, but I was then snatched up by the collar of my vintage Weird Sisters shirt. 'Now, we will continue working on your manners.' 'You'll have time for friends later,' she dismissed. Babbity had also sent Libby (my owl) to Liam's when my grandmother continued to lock her in a cage for days. You're the reason why I haven't received an owl from him in weeks.' I knew for a fact she was intercepting my letters our house-elf Babbity (don't judge me) told me as such when I threatened to runaway if she did not tell me who had been tampering with my mail. 'I don't need to be to taught how to sit, stand, and speak! I want to breathe fresh air, drink something else than tea, fly my broom-' 'I'm not some puppy you can train to stop peeing on the carpet,' I told her as I continued to kick my legs, punching the rug to release me. 'How can you ever flourish as a proper lady when you act like a wild animal?' There was a massive book in her hands that she gripped with a silent prayer to whatever God she worshiped to give her patience before she used said book to beat me to death. Grandmother Brocklehurst appeared before me, arms crossed as she narrowed navy eyes at me. 'We've done these stupid lessons for a month now. 'Grandmother,' I hissed, kicking my legs when the blasted thing started to wrap around me, forbidding me to make another run for it. A spell magicked the rug to rise two inches off the ground two and trip me. I sprinted out from behind a crook of my father's bookcase, but I was intercepted with foul play.

Yet, for those bastards who think I am never going to change, well-they are right. I was often told I was impossible when it came to making the smart choice in a scenario where the troubled path tended to be the one I would gladly run to without looking back. 'Nia Harper,' the monster shouted, 'get back here this instant!'

I tried to control my breathing, pushing my palms over my mouth and nose to muffle the sound as in the distance I heard her yelling for me. My heart was banging in my chest with painful bursts of adrenaline-fueled fear, like I was being chased by a psychotic murderer.

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