Okay, yeah, Frank might not be the best kid. Very blunt and practical, he really didn't care if the solution to a problem will hurt somebody. That didn't stop him from being a pretty good friend, though, and you were lucky enough to be someone he liked being around. His dad had planned out a playdate with your parents, and now here you are, at the stream somewhat close to his house. It was surrounded by trees, not densely, but enough to be a pretty, mostly untouched area. His dad had kind of just left you there, so you had a little path to get back to his house when it started getting too late to stay out there. What a good dad.

"Hey, look at this rock!" Frank exclaimed, holding it up so it caught the sunlight. Some parts of it were shiny, the layering clearly visible in the color. "I like this rock. I'm gonna keep it." Before he stuffed it in his pocket, though, you said something that made him raise an eyebrow at you. You, a nine year old, ask this ten year old.. if he thinks it's a crystal. Since it's so shiny. ".... No. No, it's a rock. Why would a crystal be in the middle of a stream?" He said that so matter-of-factly. What a party pooper.