Our sixth grade history teacher was quite the man. He tended to a bushy beard that he refused to shave until the next year, and his favorite pastime was writing songs about various strange topics, like unfortunate events concerning horses and falling fruits. One of his more notable songs, this one about his love for cheese, was the soundtrack to my pre-Halloween dinner with Haglet. His main focus was to be happy, which made him a very jubilant, fun person, to the point where he would allow us to play history kickball: the premise of the game is very similar to regular kickball, but you have to correctly answer a question about history before he rolls the ball to you to kick it, and it was a favorite among the students.

I was standing in the outfield with Haglet, which is my continuous position when the other team is batting due to my fear of participating in lots of sports, and Haglet noticed that this other girl (let's call her Siracha Delaporte) was not even as enthusiastic as me. She wasn't scared of playing sports as I was, yet she was still sitting in the outfield, lounging around as she sipped from her suburban girl water bottle with a built-in straw, which made her look very fashionable but very useless.

Haglet, annoyed that Siracha Delaporte was slacking off, pranced over to her in the creepy manner that she does, and demanded that she play. When Siracha Delaporte refused, Haglet exclaimed that she would be sacrificed to Giuseppe if she would not participate like the rest of us. Still, Siracha Delaporte refused, and Haglet dropped it for the day.

The next day, Haglet asked me to wait for her as she went to the bathroom in a building before recess, so I did. When she was done, we walked down the hall to go to the field, and it was there that we spotted Siracha Delaporte, filling out a sheet to schedule an appointment with the guidance counselor. Being the angry, grudge-holding person that she is, Haglet threatened once more that Giuseppe was coming for her, and Siracha Delaporte only told her to stop being so mean. Haglet didn't think anything of it.

By the time I entered the car to go back home after school the next day, I had learned that Haglet was called into the guidance counselor's office with Siracha Delaporte, because the other girl was offended that we joked about her being a sacrifice to Giuseppe. Siracha Delaporte's mother had called and tattled on Haglet, so she was forced to talk through it with the guidance counselor.

This news was brought to my attention as we were driving home, as Haglet's mother had heard about it from the guidance counselor, and was furious about it. She was very disappointed in her daughter, who claimed that she didn't do anything worthy of the punishments she received, yet the woman still persisted. She told us to never speak of Giuseppe again, which would be difficult, considering Giuseppe was the center of our worlds at that point, but we pretended as though we could do it.

However, the drama did not cease.