Notes: Nyssasara or Avalance, why not both or Nyssarava.
"Hey! Give her back!"
"No, I think I'll keep it."
Ava looks up from where she's reading under the tree. The park isn't usually busy on Sunday mornings, especially in this heat. The perfect escape from her big family.
She quickly spots the source of the shouting. A girl a few years and several inches smaller than her yells at a boy who is at least twelve. He holds a plush gray-blue shark above his head; the little girl tries to reach it but he's a head taller than her.
"But you have to." She insists, stomping her foot, her fist balled up against her jean overalls, one of the straps is undone and it sways with her anger.
"Who's gonna make me, you? You're just a baby." He holds it higher, taunting her and pushing her away with his free hand.
How he can stand to be dressed in black Ava doesn't know, but she knows there's no way she's gonna let him bully her. She jumps up, her book in one hand; she makes a fist with the other and begins to run across the field, but she only makes it a few feet before she stops.
Another girl about her age, in a pair of whitewashed ripped jeans, runs up to him. She doesn't hesitate, or slow down, she just punches him square in the jaw. He goes down pretty hard, dropping the shark as the other girl runs to pick it up and hug it close.
"Don't mess with my sister!" The older girl yells, standing above him. He quickly scrambles in the dust before getting up and running away from them.
"Thank you, Laurel!" The little girl says hugging her sister.
Ava watches them hug and slowly walks back to her place under the tree to resume her reading, but she takes notice when the pair of sisters leave soon after.