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12 years ago
I held tightly onto my Mommy’s hand as we traveled through the hallway in order to get to my classroom.
Soon, we found our destination and stopped outside the door.
When she bent down to hug me, I started crying.
“It’s okay, Skylar. Don’t cry honey” she said while rubbing my back in circular motions.
I cried harder at her gentle touch.
This will be the sixth time we moved in the last two months. Dad promised me that this would be the last move for a while but, then again, he also told me the same thing after our third move, which was four moves ago.
“Honey, this is the last time we move for a long time” She said, holding out her pinky “I promise”
I sighed and gave my significantly smaller pinky to her.
We pinkied promised and sealed it with a kiss before she stood and gently nudged me into the classroom
The teacher pointed me to my seat and began her class.
Soon, the bell rang and all of the kids in my grade and in the adjoining classrooms next to mine piled out of their classroom.
I sat at the end of the girls table eating my snack quietly.
I tried to talk to them every once in a while but every time I spoke up, they would either ignore what I had to say or shoot me down with a look of disgust.
When I tried speaking to them one last time, a little blonde girl spoke up.
“Just, stop trying to talk to us. We don’t want to hang out with a crybaby like you!” She said and the others laughed before making baby sounds.
I stood from the table and ran as fast as I possibly could to the playground set that was currently unoccupied
I curled under the jungle gym slide and cried my eyes out.
I knew that this would happen.
This always happens.
Suddenly a noise came from the right and I whipped my head around to find the source of the noise.
My eyes locked with bright Emerald green ones and my heart started to beat faster.
A boy about my age stared at me a few feet away with an unknown expression on his face.
He walked closer before crawling through the slide’s entrance and joining me.
He sat criss-cross, opposite of me, just observing every little detail.
Slowly, to make sure I wouldn’t be frightened, he leaned forward and wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumbs.
I felt weird tingly sparks and immediately stopped crying.
I looked into his bright Emerald eyes, which seemed to get brighter the longer he touched my face, and they stared back at me in awe.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, letting go of my face and moving closer.
I looked down at my pink Nike’s, my cheeks getting warmer from my embarrassment.
“It’s nothing” I mumbled, praying that he couldn’t hear me.
“It has to be something” he patted my hair and I leaned into his touch “Tell me what it is and I’ll take care of it”
“I know that’ll never make friends here” I said quietly “No one wants to be the new girl’s friend”
He was quiet for a minute, staring into my eyes, before finally speaking up.
“I’ll be your friend” he said, taking my hand and smiling
I matched his smile with one of my goofy grins.
“Really!?” I asked and he nodded his head.
“No one’s going to hurt you ever again” he vowed, cupping my cheeks into his tiny hands “I’ll make sure of it”
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