AN: I've been wanting to do a 100-Word Prompt Challenge for a while now, and I've finally found one with words that I liked. So, in the end, this fic will have 100 chapters. The challenge works out so you write a drabble or for each of the words in the list. I decided to do mine about the kids in Spring Awakening. I'm using the words from here: .?t=14453469 .
Also, to be clear, these "moments" are not in order. I'm going to be jumping back and forth.
Let's go!
1. Introduction
"Wendla, stop touching the ground. It's dirty, darling,and you look so pretty in your new dress." Frau Bergmann looked down on the little girl.
For Wendla, the world was filled of pure wonder and everything was something new and beautiful. No one, not even the other children, appreciated the small things in the world as much as she. The daisy dropped from her nimble fingers and Wendla looked up at her mama.
"Mama, what am I to do while you have tea with Frau Gabor?"
"I'm sure you'll find something. The Gabors have a lovely garden, you know. And stop chewing your nails, child. It's unladylike." Her mama said while Wendla's hand was pulled from her mouth.
They walked in silence for the rest of the short trip to the Gabor's residence. It was a small, Victorian house, with blue gables on the windows and a large front porch. Around it were three large oak trees, casting cool summer shade on the road and the home. There were three floors, one of them doubling as the attic. Wendla had passed by this house many times on trips to the market with her sister, but she never knew that it belonged to the Gabors. Actually, Wendla had never even seen the Gabors. Or, at least, never been introduced to them.
Frau Gabor must have seen the pair walking up the lane, for before they arrived at the door, it flung open to reveal a pudgy, but healthily so, woman. She was younger than Wendla's mama, but not by much.
"Ada!" The woman called to Wendla's mama.
"That's Frau Gabor, baby." Frau Bergmann explained when she saw her daughter's puzzled expression. Wendla nodded quickly.
Inside the abode, it looked like every other home in the village. Fancy furniture, very clean, plenty of wood and excessive crimson. Wendla's mama let go of her child's hand and directed her to the back door.
Wendla's feet hit the floor gently as she walked past the kitchen and to the second entrance. She pushed open the door and looked around. Along with flowers, trees, a swing and a rocking horse, there was a boy climbing a tall perennial. He didn't look too far from Wendla's own age, and his curly brown hair was bouncing as he clambered up the tree. One he got onto a thick, sturdy branch, Wendla spoke.
"Hello. Are you allowed to be doing that?"
The boy's head jerked around, he was clearly surprised that there was another human in the garden. Wendla looked into his rich brown eyes.
"Oh... hello. I didn't think there was someone else here. Would you like to sit with me?" He sounded wise, even at his young age, it seemed that he knew things that other children could only imagine.
Wendla responded swiftly, "Well, I suppose if it's alright by you, I'd like to join you up in that tree." Wendla unbuckled her shoes and took off her socks, piling them neatly as she did so. She scaled the tree with little difficulty and plopped onto the branch beside the new boy.
The boy held out his hand towards Wendla, "My name is Melchior Gabor. I'm five years old."
Wendla took the awaiting hand in her own and shook it, "I'm Wendla Bergmann. I'm almost five."
Melchior nodded and looked Wendla over once more. He smiled, "You know what? We're going to be very good friends, Wendla Bergmann."
And they were.