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Sara sat on one of the structures in the playground.She leaned against on of the poles. She She was a bright child, her hair black and freckles spotted across her cheeks. She was watching Shane one of her fellow First grade classmates. Every girl in her class wanted to be friends with him, and Sara was no exception.
She liked to watch him play with the other boys, watch him run and laugh. Today he saw her watching him. He turned towards her. As he approached her, she felt the warmth in her cheeks as she blushed. She was only five, but she fluttered at the thought of Shane Bradley wanting to talk to her. He was the cutest boy in the class. He climbed the ladder and Sat next to her.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." She responded in squeaky voice.
"You wanna come play?" He asked not looking at her. "We're gonna play tag?"
"Ok." It was a blunt answer like another you would find from a 5 year old.
"Cool." He said before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Your it!" He exclaimed as he jump off the structure and ran off.
She jumped off and chased after the small blond-haired boy. Her cheeks red from blushing. She caught up with him and touched his arm.
"Tag! You're it!" She yelled before collapsing to the ground, her head exploding with pain. She could see her self her desk net to Shane's. They were drawing their houses and families. As her world blurred back to her, she found herself sitting in the field with a teaching standing over her. She cupped her small hand under her nose as blood ran down her face.
She was quickly ushered off to the school nurse. It was her first vision she ever had, and the last time she ever played tag. She avoided people from then on, as if they were the plague. At the young age of five that she began her life as a loner, and slowly found herself becoming used to the life she chose.
She liked to watch him play with the other boys, watch him run and laugh. Today he saw her watching him. He turned towards her. As he approached her, she felt the warmth in her cheeks as she blushed. She was only five, but she fluttered at the thought of Shane Bradley wanting to talk to her. He was the cutest boy in the class. He climbed the ladder and Sat next to her.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." She responded in squeaky voice.
"You wanna come play?" He asked not looking at her. "We're gonna play tag?"
"Ok." It was a blunt answer like another you would find from a 5 year old.
"Cool." He said before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Your it!" He exclaimed as he jump off the structure and ran off.
She jumped off and chased after the small blond-haired boy. Her cheeks red from blushing. She caught up with him and touched his arm.
"Tag! You're it!" She yelled before collapsing to the ground, her head exploding with pain. She could see her self her desk net to Shane's. They were drawing their houses and families. As her world blurred back to her, she found herself sitting in the field with a teaching standing over her. She cupped her small hand under her nose as blood ran down her face.
She was quickly ushered off to the school nurse. It was her first vision she ever had, and the last time she ever played tag. She avoided people from then on, as if they were the plague. At the young age of five that she began her life as a loner, and slowly found herself becoming used to the life she chose.
