The Incident

Did I feel bad for accidentally trapping my sister in the wall? Not particularly; let me explain. 
    My sister is a witch and all she does is talk about Hogwarts, it gets quite annoying at times. When I was on the platform, waiting for her to come through, I started to explore. I had spied something in the corner, it was a lever. Being me, I pulled it; it did not do anything. Until, I heard a scream. Turning around I saw that I had closed off the way onto the platform, just as my sister was walking through. It gave her a good scare; enough to get her to stop talking about Hogwarts. 

Wrong

      My sister was worried he would not show up, but she was the only one. My mum was in the kitchen, cooking my dad’s favourite meal. I was sitting at the counter, glancing at the door every few minutes. Knowing he would come, come back home. My brother was clutching our beautiful, brown camera, ready to take pictures of him when he returned. 
    Lying in bed, I cried. The news had hit me hard; dad was gone. He had been diagnosed with cancer four years ago and he was supposed to come home from the hospital today. The doctors were sure about that, but they were wrong. Wrong about everything.

The Message

My parents never gave me any attention. They were rich and that was all they cared about. What did it matter to them if I refused to do anything? Nothing, I tried to get their attention by doing all sorts of things. It never worked.

     Finally, I broke, I was tired of being ignored. I bought all the supplies I needed, plaster, paint, molds; all for a sculpture that provided a message, my message.

     The molds were set and the plaster was dry, my piece was almost ready to be buried ‘underneath’ the tree. The tree was supposed to be cut down, a beautiful oak tree, but I am stopping it.