I had phases throughout my school life. Not like… ‘emo’, or the others, but like… things I liked. Like, for last book it was Cait- as in objects and like… you know what I mean? Like, uh… okay, I can’t explain it.
I went through a Harry Potter phase in fifth grade. That’s not a weird phase. That’s a normal one. Well, as in, it’s normal to go through a Harry Potter phase. I’m not trying to say everyone goes through that specific phase. I’m sure a lot of kids do, though. Harry Potter’s a pretty big guy, I guess. Or maybe Daniel Radcliffe is just hot? I wouldn’t know, I’m not interested in men, I’m interested in C… cats! Cats are… cute, did you know that?
“Becky!”
“Ah! Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
Oh my God! Sorry, just a little surprised, if you couldn’t tell. Got a little jumpy a second ago, that was weird. So unlike of me. This year I’ve become more upright and energetic, and for whatever reason why. I have absolutely no clue what it could be.
“Here, you can have this back.”
A small book was handed to me, being the seventh Harry Potter book, being the Deathly Hallows. Anyway, I had let the person holding the book borrow it, as they didn’t have the book for whatever reason. Freaking Caitlyn. Wait, I wasn’t supposed to say who it was yet I was gonna build suspen-
“Thanks, now I have to wash it.”
“Very funny. So, you’ve read the books too, right?”
“Uh, duh? I liked it a ton. You?”
“Uh, I just read the seventh book, obviously. My mom also let me watch the movies, too, after I finished the seventh book.”
Oh, that’s why she took so long to return it. I thought that maybe she just wanted to… I dunno, hold onto an object of mine… huh? Does that not make sense? Yeah, actually, I dunno where I got that idea from.
“I almost want to dress up as Hermione for Halloween next year.”
“Wait, Hermione? Is she your favorite character or something?”
“Yeah, duh. And she looks like me.”
“Uh huh, sure, if you say so. I mean, my favorite’s Harry.”
“Basic.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said that’s basic. But makes sense, you kinda look like him. You have seen the movies, right?”
“I’m literally the one that gave you the books, of course I’ve seen the movies.”
“Nerd. Sure, I think you kinda resemble him.”
“Compliment?”
“Of course not, Becky.”
“Come to think of it, don’t you think some people resemble Harry Potter characters, too?”
“Like who?”
“Uh, Karoline and Ginny look a lot similar.”
“Wow, you must look at Karoline a lot to know that, what, do you like her?”
That feels weird coming from Caitlyn. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
“And we both agree that Jaidon’s face looks like…”
“Malfoy?”
“Malfoy.”
We both laughed. He didn’t really look like Malfoy, but we both knew that calling him that is basically an insult.
“Hey, do you remember any of the spells in Harry Potter?”
“Look for yourself.”
I held up a little notecard that I had been keeping in my pocket. It had a ton of (messy) writing on it, and some little drawings.
“Is that a… dictionary of Harry Potter spells? Why do you have that?”
“I liked… uh… pretending I was using the spells with a stick?”
“That’s a little… nerdy, Becky.”
I scoffed. I thought she was gonna be impressed that I… liked Harry Potter so much? Actually, not just her, I guess. Anyone that talked to me. Yeah, I guess I really liked the series or something.
“No, I- shut up! I- I only started researching them for… for the Workline Fair!”
Yup, that’s a real thing. Our school had something called a ‘Workline Fair’. I’ll talk about that in a few sentences.
“Really? What, are you doing Harry Potter stuff as your product?”
“Uh… uh, yeah! Yeah, I’m doing… Harry Potter wands!”
I held up the stick I was holding. I had painted it the day before so that it looked… kinda shiny? It looked better with the brown paint. In my opinion. And hopefully in other people’s opinions too.
“Uh, I hope you’re not selling the one you’re holding, cause that one looks… kinda ugly.”
Okay, that’s literally just mean. Nothing else to say about it. She’s just literally mean this time.
“Uh, rude? Well, too bad for you, cause… yeah, I am selling these!”
“Pfft- okay, sure, Becky.”
“Why, you think it’s dumb?”
She laughed and looked down with a funny face.
“Sh-shut up! Fine, what’re you doing? Who are you even working with?”
“Uh, duh, I’m working with Anna and Karoline? And we’re still deciding what we’re making.”
“So my group is already better than yours?”
“Who even is in your group?”
“Uh… that’s not important!”
I don’t have anyone in my group yet.
“You don’t have anyone yet, do you?”
“I do! The deadline is literally two days away for groups to be picked, course I have a group!”
Uh oh.
“Uh huh, sure, Becky. So, what, you think you’ll make a lot of money?”
I should stop leaving you in the dark for so long. Let’s talk about the Workline Fair.
The Workline Fair is an event that the fifth graders do where they make products to sell to the younger kids.
That’s literally it. There’s not much else. Oh, you need to make a stand for it. Like a lemonade stand. I don’t think any kids made lemonade as their product… actually, that might’ve been kinda smart.
So, the big kids make whatever product they want in a group, typically a group of 3, and then they sell products on a specific day for the little kids who hopefully brought money. The kids have to do it all with their own money, but they keep all the profit. So the school wastes a couple days for the fifth graders to work on their product, and the parents waste… a lot of stuff for the kids. Huh. It’s just like all of school. A waste.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll even make even more than you.”
Should not have said that.
“Oh? Oh, really, Becky? You’re gonna make more money than my group?”
“Uh, duh?”
“Okay, sure, so you’d bet on it?”
“What bet?”
Of course Anna’s here too.
“Just Becky thinks he can make more money than us. So, Becky, you wanna bet on who will make more money?”
I looked over at Anna.
“Hmm, yeah, Becky, take the bet, or else you’re dumb.”
Oh my god. Another bet. I. I shouldn’t do it. I literally shouldn’t. I never win these. I won’t win this one. I shouldn’t take the bet.
“You’re on.”
Shouldn’t does not mean won’t.
“Alright, Becky, guess you’re dumb.”
Okay. I walked away proudly. I ignored what Anna said at the end, too. I knew who I wanted to be on my team. No, it wasn’t Jaidon, or Westley, or Logan. It was Finn and Matthew.
Okay to be honest who my team members were do not matter at all I just didn’t want to leave a plot hole
So we made a few magic wands, cause my group was for some reason down to make that our product (they were a little lazy), and we made our magic stand (we put ollivander’s at the top cause… you know, wand shop), and we were done. We were all ready for the Workline Fair.
“Hey, Becky, how many wans you make?”
Caitlyn walked up to me. I rolled my eyes as soon as she did.
“Like, 400.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. What product did you make?”
“You’ll have to come over to my stand to see it.”
“Why aren’t you over there now and selling stuff?”
“Are you dumb? You can take a break and look around, dummy.”
“Hey! I’m not dumb! Just- just go away!”
Caitlyn laughed and walked away. I immediately felt better after she left. So the Workline Fair had started a while ago, and my group was kinda selling our stuff. We still had plenty left, but I just felt that I had already done enough selling for the past 30 minutes.
I took my own break to look around and try to find some things I was interested in buying, but the first stand that caught my idea… didn’t catch it for a good reason. They were making shurikens! Out of paper! That’s so dumb! Literally, the next group over was making slime! Like, the glue and borax! That’s such a dumb idea!
Okay, to be honest, my group’s plan B was to make bookmarks. That was kinda dumb. Okay, really dumb. The idea would have been really dumb. But the idea was probably not as bad as whatever Caitlyn was making. I decided to finally walk over to their stand and find out what they were making. I sneaked over, and saw what they were selling.
They made stuffed animals. Little ones made out of yarn. Ones you could keep on the side of your window next to your succulents or right next to your computer. It was something that added effect to the room.
What Caitlyn, Anna, and Karoline made was… a really, really cute product. They made an incredible product.
And I hated it.
“Nice product.”
I walked over to their stand and picked up one of their little pandas. Anna slapped my hand, and I set it down.
“Becky, we don’t want your gross hands touching or beautiful cutimals!”
Cutimals. Their product was called a cutimal. Wow. That’s. That is so creative. That is so smaNO IT IS NOT
“HA! That’s what it’s called?”
“Yeah, Becky, got a problem?”
Anna put her hands on her hips. I did the same.
“Yeah, I think your product is kinda dumb.”
“Really? And yours is better?”
“Yeah! My group has already made… uh… 45 dollars!”
It isn’t possible to make that much money from one of these. At least my group didn’t. Not even the slime guys could make this much.
“45- wow, Becky you suck at lying.”
“No I don’t! I’m serious, see?”
I showed them my stand, hoping that there were people walking up and buying things which could maybe convince Anna that my group was making money. And to my surprise, there actually was people at the stand. My jaw dropped, but I brought it back and looked over at Anna, whose jaw was dropped. I smiled.
“See?”
Anna made a mad face at me. She looked at Karoline, who sighed and walked over to my stand.
“Where’s she- what?”
“Nothing, Becky.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet, how much money have your team made? 2 dollars?”
“Actually, we’ve made… 18 dollars and 40 cents.”
Caitlyn was looking through their home made cash register and was running her fingers through the coins they had collected.
I was surprised. That meant they were charging, like, a lot more than we were. Cause my group has definitely not made more than 15 dollars in the past 30 minutes. Maybe not even more than 10 dollars. Hate to admit it. But sure, Caitlyn’s group was doing better than mine.
“That’s a lie. Your group definitely has not made that much.”
“Uh, see?”
Caitlyn held up the coins. I didn’t bother to actually count them all.
“That looks like… about 5 dollars, actually.”
“What, Becky, you can’t see?”
“Shut up! It doesn’t matter, my group is still doing so much better than you guys!”
I smiled. Anna made another disapproving face, but it was immediately lit up when she looked past my face. I turned around and Karoline was walking back to us from the horde of people that was crowded around my stand.
“His stand wasn’t making any money, just a kindergartener was picking up all the wands and snapping them in half.”
“EXCUSE ME?”
I ran past her and to my stand. There were cracked sticks on the floor, and a kid was staring at them with a somewhat smiling but open mouth. I stared at him, and he saw me. I glared at him. He ran away.
If I ever see a kid again, I’m gonna kick his little a- that’s not appropriate.
“Something wrong, Becky?”
“Caitlyn? Uh, no. Karoline was kidding.”
I kicked all of the sticks underneath the stand. She obviously didn’t see me do that.
“Becky, I obviously saw you do that.”
“Shut up! At least my group made more money than yours!”
Karoline walked up to my stand and took the box my group was using for the cash register. The rest of my group was trying to make more wands and didn’t stop her.
“Your group has made… about 10 dollars.”
Okay, she counted fast and missed… uh… 35 dollars? Okay, I’m at a loss.
Caitlyn started laughing, and so did Anna, who also walked over, and I screamed at the three of them to leave, and they ran away laughing. My group and I tried our hardest to come back after losing our entire stock, but… It was hopeless. Our group didn’t make over 20 dollars in profit.
Caitlyn decided that I didn’t need a punishment, cause of how… badly… my group did. Their group went on to actually make over 30 dollars, because their product was… so cute…
I can’t believe I’m admitting that.
Screw you, Caitlyn. And your… cute… things… God damn it.148Please respect copyright.PENANAm3gP5XZssK