Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

A Thanksgiving Special

Despite being a fifth grader at the local elementary school, I was the only one who thought we shouldn't be in school today. Harry agreed with me- simply because he hates school.

The other kids might have agreed with me inside, but at school, nobody agrees with the Potter twins.

As I sat in the little group of desks, I suddenly felt subconscious. Our teacher, Mrs. Brower, had had us all move seats today.

Next to me was Brittany Larson- and she was the rudest girl I've ever met. Even at age ten, she wore pounds of make-up. Her hair was bleached and blonde, and she was the leader of the group who had fun making my life more of a living hell than it already was.

Across from her was Benjamin Knoblock, who was dumber than Dudley (which is saying something). He had a large black Afro and dark brown eyes. He was head over heels for Brittany for some reason.

Across from me was Dudley, which was just my luck.

Harry, of course, was in the other fifth grade class. So I was stuck with a bunch of idiots who had no clue what two plus two was.

"Now, class," Mrs. Brower began. "Who can tell me what today is? Besides it being a Thursday, of course."

Mrs. Brower was a plump little lady with darker hair and bright brown eyes. She was my favorite teacher here, and I would really miss her next year when I went off to the local jr. high school.

I eagerly raised my hand in excitement.

"Miss Potter?" Mrs. Brower called on me, her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Today is also Thanksgiving in America. Thanksgiving is always on the fourth Thursday of the month of November, and it celebrates the day that the Natives to the Americas and the Pilgrims, who were European immigrants, finally decided on some sort of peace between the two.

"Many think that they actually had turkey, but they actually had lobsters due to their actual location during the time."

I was out of breath for speaking that fast, and I looked around the classroom with my green eyes.

Mrs. Brower smiled brightly. "Yes! Exactly!"

I grinned.

When recess came, I went to walk over to my brother, but before I could I was bamboozled by Brittany, Benjamin and Dudley.

"Hey, know-it-all," Brittany began in her snotty voice. "Why don't you stop answering and let other kids have a chance for a change?"

I weakly smiled and sassed back, "I give you all plenty of chances, but I just assumed that due to the lack of A's in this class, you wouldn't know what Thanksgiving was."

"It was a bad idea for you to sass me, bitch," Brittany cackled.

I gulped. "Well, you guys fit right in with the turkeys."

The three bullies advanced on me.

"It's no wonder your parents are dead," Ben began, a wicked look in his eyes. "You must have been so ugly at birth that they both died on the spot."

"And don't forget us- we believe you're ugly too," my fat cousin told me in a baby voice.

Tears sprung up in my eyes.

"No, they died in a car crash-"

"They died because you're ugly. Face the truth."

At that point, I felt like the turkey.