Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, therefore I don't own Harry Potter
C'mon, Ava, hurry it up! Gavin Gollfield thought as he sat waiting on the front steps of the Dunesby residence; Number 8, Crimson Court. He was eager to start and finish his last day at South Hampshire Primary School. Every 10 seconds, he would look around his shoulder at the door, expecting it to open and Mr. Dunesby and Ava would walk out of it. Why do I have to live on the same street as the Dunesby's? Why must I be forced to ride to school with Ava and her-
"OUCH!" Gavin's thoughts were interrupted as the edge of the front door hit him sharply in the back of the head.
"Sorry Gavin! Better watch where you sit next time!" Ava said before skipping down the steps to the driveway.
"Hurry up, boy, in the car before we're late!" Mr. Dunesby patted him on the back as he stepped out the front door. What a wonderful way to start my last day….
After the uneventful car ride to school, (only consisting of Mr. Dunesby and Ava discussing of her 11th birthday, which was tomorrow, they seemed to talk about that lately) the two 5th graders started out the day with Math, continuing with English, then lunch, and finally History. Tap,tap,tap,tap.. The noises of Gavin's pen hitting the desk were embedded in his head; only 15 minutes left until he was free! Mrs. Ackerly, the History teacher, was droning on about their summer assignment. No one seemed to be listening, especially Ava. She wouldn't be returning to school at all next year. Her parents decided to home school her, just as they had decided to home school Ava's older sister 4 years ago; Lucy. But Gavin had only seen Lucy during holiday and summer since her 11th birthday party. His parents had told him she was instead sent to her Aunt Allison's, where she was attending a great high school. Gavin continued tapping his pen as he started to get more impatient, and the cap started to swell, followed by the entire pen until BOOM! Gavin's pen had exploded, splattering red ink all over the desk and his uniform.
"Mr. Gollfield…. why can't you control your… frustration on the last… day of school! I haven't forgotten that time when you blew up my gardenia pot!" Mrs. Ackerly shrieked as she waddled her large body to the cabinet, grabbed a towel from it and handed it to Gavin.
"Mrs. Ackerly, how could I have exploded your gardenia pot if it was on your desk and I was in the fourth row! And I didn't purposely explode my pen-"
"Just clean up the mess, Gavin!" She yelled and waddled back to the front of the room.
He had the ink wiped off his desk and some of his clothing when the bell rang for dismissal. He threw the towel on the desk, grabbed his backpack and ran out of the classroom.