At number 4 Privet Drive, Kendyll Potter sat in her room with her nose stuck in a book. She lived with her cousins Vanessa and Dudley, and their son Jake. Her parents were always away doing work. Her cousins treated her as if she weren't even human, she was some kind of pest. It was ten o'clock. Two hours until her eleventh birthday.
Checking her watch constantly, she watched as an hour passed by. She watched as something unusual went on outside her bedroom window.
A bus stopped outside her house, and a boy of about 14 stepped out. He looked as if he were staring right at her, calling her name.
She opened her window to see what he was saying.
"Kendyll Potter," the boy yelled. "Come here!"
She raced out the door toward the bus. When she got out the door, an unfashioable (in Laci's opinion) young man came walking toward her.