Forever Fighting

"My daughter is coming with me whether you like it or not! I'm her father!"

Oh my goodness, not again! For the 7th time this week, I had been woken up to mother and father yelling at each other in their bedroom across the hall. They hadn't had a civilized conversation for years!

For my whole life up until I was 13, mother and father hardly ever fought. Father would kiss mother and give me a big hug when he came home from work in the evenings and mother would make us a delicious family meal that we would sit at the table to eat. We would talk about how our days were and how much we had missed each other those hours we had been apart. Life was great. More than great, it was perfect.

Those were the good days. The days that I would always remember and cherish but also the days that would never happen again. Mother and father were getting a divorce. They would have gotten one ages ago if it wasn't for me. They didn't want to push me into choosing who I wanted to live with during the holidays I would be off school. I didn't want to choose, I loved them both. Mother had told me that they would give me a few months to decide. After 4 months I still couldn't choose; those few months that mother had mentioned was now nearing two years. I couldn't deal with this fighting anymore, I had to choose today. Tomorrow would be my first day of 6th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and after that I will come home to whichever parent I chose today.

The yelling continued. I sat up and groaned as I saw my pale blue alarm clock that sat on my oak wood table. It was half past five in the morning! Still ignoring the ever louder screaming coming from my parents bedroom, I slowly stood up holding onto the bed frame for support. I had never been much of a morning person, I worked better at night.

I would stay up late every night, working on my writing. I loved writing! It was one of the things I loved most in the world. I wrote when I was upset, I wrote when I was angry, I wrote when I was happy and I wrote when I was confused. I found that I was almost always writing, whether that actually be on parchment with a quill or just simply making up stories in my head.

A loud rumble came from my stomach. I hadn't realized it before, but I was absolutely starving! I walked slowly over to my wardrobe to choose an outfit for the day. Most of my clothes were getting too small for me now. I would have to go clothes shopping during my first couple of weeks at Hogwarts, otherwise I will be walking around school looking like a complete idiot!

I decided to go with a plain grey hoodie and some black ripped jeans. I didn't have much that fit me so that would have to do. I stumbled over to my bedroom door, still very tired and a little grumpy.

"I don't care! She is my daughter! I'm not just going to let you take my only baby away from me!" Mother screamed. They were talking about me! Well, I say talking (I could have easily of heard them from a hundred miles away). It wasn't the first time I had heard them fighting about me. I would usually creep over to the door and listen to what they were saying, but not today. Today was my last day to enjoy myself here before I left for Hogwarts, I wasn't going to let a stupid argument ruin my day!