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The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.  - Walter Bagehot

Have you ever wondered why things are things? Like, why is the sky blue? Why do we have feet on our legs instead of hands? Why are bananas called bananas, out of all things? I do, er, did, all the time. My little sisters did, too, and they would always ask me about it.

Blue light is scattered in all directions by the tiny molecules of air in Earth's atmosphere. Blue is scattered more than other colors because it travels as shorter, smaller waves.

Our feet are there so we can walk or wear Nikes. Ever tried to walk on your hands? For non-gymnasts, it's not an easy feat.

The word banana comes from the Arabic word 'banan,' which means finger. The banana is shaped like a finger, a very demented finger, so that's where the name comes from.

There are your answers. I researched them before the night I died.

Right now, I bet you are wondering two things: what my name is and how I died.

I always hated my name. Jane and Eleanor were always so posh names, names that my parents really liked. When I was born, however, my father was stationed in Yugoslavia at the time, and he didn't arrive in time for my birth. As a matter of fact, he was six days late. My mother had already named me and taken me home by then. She couldn't decide on a name, so she ended up combining probably three names to make mine.

Just call me Will, if you really have to.

Now, on to how I died. That's not important right now.

What's important is how my family is responding to this.

Jane is still bullied, I know, but much less, and she is starting to stand up for herself. I watched her fight back earlier today. The bully was up in her face, hissing at her, and she punched the poor guy in the face. He was only poor after he received her fiesty punch. She ran off after that, and cried in the girls' bathroom. She was sent home an hour later, after they found her and she talked to the principal. She wasn't suspended, though. The boy was.

Eleanor is back with her friends, who aren't the most supportive. They kind of ignore the situation, and El plasters a fake smile to her face and acts like it's okay. She cried herself to sleep last night, with Jane by her side. I grimanced at the sight. Someday, she will break even more than she already is. She can't be strong forever, or the biggest bomb will let loose after a while.

My father flew back to fight in Afghanistan yesterday, which was the day after my funeral. My mother holed up in her room and cried forever yesterday and today while the girls were at school. Sometimes I wish I was there to comfort her, but I know I can't. I'm sorry, Mum.

My father held in his feelings until he got back on the battlefield today. He cried at he fought hard for the U.S.A. He cried as he shot the gun.

I'm sorry, Pop.