I woke up on the 1st of September- that meant school. I was really nervous. I'd never been away from my house or my family so the thought of being in a boarding school for nine months was really scary. Yeah- I'd get to come home on Easter and Christmas but Easter was seven months away and Christmas even longer. I quietly got up trying not to wake Rose up.
I hated having to share a room with her and I didn't understand why. We live in a five bedroom house and my parents have three children that means there's a room free- why couldn't Rose go in there? Or at least share with Cat.
I envied Rose right now. She got to stay asleep since being home schooled meant you didn't have to get up early just to walk to a stupid school.
I grabbed my clothes and threw them onto my bed.
Dresses was all that was in the wardrobe and I hated every one of them. I suppose you're all thinking why did I buy dresses if I don't like them? truth is, I don't buy them- that's my mother's fault.
Yes, I'm eleven years old and my mum still buys my clothes and she always picks dresses no matter how many times I tell her not to because she always 'forgets.'
I wouldn't be bothered if the dresses were plain but they're not, they have flowers on them- Heathers in fact.
Both me and Rose are named after flowers- Catarneigh was the lucky one, she was just called Catarneigh named after nothing, well I supposed you could say she was named after an animal but then that only works if you know her names Catarneigh. For some reason, she always gets called Catherine.
Anyway enough about my sister, I threw on the dress, then I realised I hadn't brushed my hair. I probably have the worst hair out of both Cat and Rose. It gets all knotty and tangled, I grabbed the brush off the table and tried to brush my hair.
Brushing my hair is something that I'm not good at- as stupid as it seems. I tried not to yelp every time I yanked a bit of hair out.
'Are you still brushing your hair?' I looked in the mirror to see Cat standing there.
'It's not my fault I have stupid hair.' I whispered.
Cat walked over to me. Just like I'd said, she was already ready to go.
'Sit,' she took the brush out of my hand and started to brush my hair for me.
I liked it when she did this. It saved me from doing it for starters and she didn't rag my hair- unlike Rose.
'How does your hair get this tangled?' Cat asked. 'My hair doesn't.'
'I don't know, do I. I'm asleep. Besides, you're perfect.'
I saw her face falter in the mirror. I don't know why she did this. Cat was perfect, everyone said so. I was just the ugly second child who had nothing on Catarneigh. You could never tell me and Cat were even related; me and Rose, definitely but not me and Cat. I had green eyes and chocolate brown hair while she had white-blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Her eyes used to scare me when we were babies. I'd gotten used to them as I grew up but there was always something about them that daunted me. Like they could see through every wall that you put up, plus they reminded me of ice which I suppose makes sense since she does have ice powers.
'Come on,' Cat said, tapping my shoulders.
'You're done?' I asked, not even noticing.
'Yeah. I take it you want your hair down?'
'Yeah,' I got up and looked over at Rose, she was asleep.
That kid can sleep through everything.
I left the room with Cat in front. Once we were all ready to go, we got into the Ministry-lent car and drove to Lime Street.