Snippet #2374961

JAKE HARRY DANIELS

J-H stormed out of the house, annoyed that his "bride" hadn't turned up yet. He looked for a quiet spot to sit and think. He saw there was a small willow he could sit under in privacy. I bet she's not even coming! He thought to himself has he plonked down on a root. He gently pulled out a squirrel from his pocket and put it in a branch above him. "You wouldn't understand would you?" He sighed and slumped into the willow, exasperated by all the happy couples he'd seen meeting each other. He didn't even know who he was going to marry yet! Still annoyed, he started to whittle a stick into the shape of a wand. He was also annoyed that his parents had never let him learn any magic when everybody else, even them, did. All his pent up anger let out in a roar, and he threw the wand at a clump of dirt that looked relatively like his father's head, and then threw another stick at a clump that looked like his mother's. He told himself to calm down, and lay quietly, hoping he would fall asleep and wake up from this nightmare that was his life.