Chapter 2
By Amy Riddle-Potter
That night, as Harry was laying in bed, he heard a boy about 3 beds away from him crying. He got up, and walked to the bed, and pulled open the curtains.
"G-go away. I-I don't feel like ta-talking right no-now." The boy said.
"Not until I find out what's wrong." Harry answered him.
"Don't bother with him, Harry, he's always's moping around. His name is Erick." Seamus Finnigan, a friend of his said.
"Erick, why are you crying?" Harry asked, ignoring his friend.
"Shoulda just done it a while ago." Erick said, ignoring it.
"Should have done what, Erick?"
"Don't bother with me." Erick rudely answered, as if he had just jolted between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"He's always like that with him, Harry. Just go to bed." Seamus said.
"'Mkay." Harry said, going to his bed, unsure of what he should do about Erick.
Me: How did you like it?
Harry: It was okay….
Me: says agitatedly Okay?
Harry: No…It was great!
Ron: I thought it was bloody brilliant!
Hermione: Yeah, it was good.
Me: So what did my other readers think? Please R and R!