6. My arm
The year had flown by fast. I felt like a day was a minute. I hadn't known what a day was until the day that the stupid Hippogriff got me! I was trying to to it right, but it got me just in time. My arm only hurt only for the first week. I was just acting for the rest of the 4 weeks. I guess that it would make it so people would draw attention to me, and not to Jess. I knew that father would talk to the ministry. Meanwhile, I had a sister to take care of, and a hurt arm. How am I supposed to do that? It kind of sucked. I mean, it's hard. Even though it was only for two weeks. I wanted to be there for her 24/7, and I can't. I was devastated. I wasn't groaning about my arm, I was moaning about my sister. Most guy's have a normal sister, and treat her like scum, in a good way. Well not me. Jess is my princess. I wouldn't let anybody touch her, ever! I hope she know's how much I love her. I hope she does. It's beyond words. I hope she knows I didn't have to do this, it was my choice. She probably knows. She figured out that I was mean so that no one who's a jerk will touch her. I only wanted to do this for her, and it will always be for her. Always. Jess is my princess, and she will always be.