"Ugh." I thought. "Why doesn't anybody understand?"

My name is Natasha Luna Malfoy.

My dad said that me and my twin brother Draco (fraternal, thank goodness) would be attending Hogwarts tomorrow. He said that Draco and I would have a great time in Slytherin, looking down on all those "Filthy Mudbloods" and making lots of nice pure-blooded friends.

But I didn't want to do that.

That sounded evil and kind of dumb, you know?

So I said "Hey dad, I'm NOT GOING!"

But my dad didn't really like that too much, apparently.

So that's why I'm in my room about five hours ahead of schedule.

I didn't want to be a true Malfoy.

I admit my family is totally messed up.

They value themselves too highly.

They think they're better than everyone else.

They're evil.

That's why I decided to run away.

They didn't let me eat dinner with them that night.

They wanted to punish me for what I had said.

So I grabbed my suitcase, and packed it.

I filled it with food, bottles of water, (I took these things from the kitchen where our servants and house elves worked; they promised not to tell.) clothes, and all my stuff from diagon alley.

(I would teach myself magic.)

I also grabbed my secret stash of muggle money.

And I snuck out of the house.

I ran to the nearest train station, bought a ticket, and sat down. A few people were there, but they took no notice of me.

I fell asleep.

I didn't know the train's destination.