I was kicking stones and tearing up leaves on the side of my school's soccer field, (the actual field was very crowded during recess) like a bored person does, singing, "Latten we gaan, latten we gaan, gooooooedemorgen... Alsjeblieft and nee, dank je. Nyako, je bent een genie." And so I went, singing and kicking and tearing up leaves. The library was closed and I was stricken with sadness. (Not literally, I still had a good one hundred days of reading there, but sure, a kid has to complain about something.) I looked up to see Itzel and Kate looming over me with goofy smiles on their faces. 

"Nyako," Kate said, her smile spreading wider, "Can we ask you a question?" I nodded. Why not?      " Who died in Harry Potter? Fred or George?" I gasped, what imbeciles! They began to crack up and clutched their stomaches. I could see Wayne smirking across the grass plain, looking at Kate. "Guys, keep it down! And what kind of question is that??? Obviously Fred died. You are insane." Kate stared at Itzel with pure hatred and started going off about the Weasley twins and other junk I didn't care about at the moment. When I saw my friends Jean and Heather going around the track, I skipped across the field,  interrupting the soccer game, as I watched Wayne continue to glance back and forth at Kate, while getting hit in the stomach with the ball, clearly not paying attention to the game.