I went there one evening, unlike my usual routine as I usually go in the early morning, to read. I always wake up early to read the books I take out from the library or the ones I buy from the store down the block. And this was my favorite place to read.

It was an old swing hanging from the oak tree in front of the ninja academy. I had found it about three years ago, when I had first started to learn of my love of books. It faced the academy on one side but a little ways off of it was the library and just a block in the other direction was the book store I was incredibly fond of.

The swing was my favorite reading spot for many reasons. The main one being that whenever I would land on a part of the book that made me feel giddy, which happened quite often, I could swing and let the wind in my face calm me. I also loved how if I brought a pillow with me I could shift around on it to whatever position I wanted. If I got tired of the swing the ground around it was grassy and the tree holding it up had wonderful shade.

The reason I was coming in the evening and not the morning as I usually would is because of the new book that had finally arrived, just that day. I couldn't wait to read it as I had ordered it a month ago at the book store. It was the only book of this genre, written by an author who was so famous my parents (who weren't great readers themselves) dropped their jaws in shock when I mentioned his name.

I had heard about the book and its glorious adventure of a plot, from the owner of the book store I frequent, just two months ago, and immediately, I wanted to read it. My parents had forbad me from even mentioning it to them however, after they had heard who wrote it. It took me three weeks just to convince them to let me go to that book store again, with supervision only.

When I arrived with my mother the next day I asked the clerk to convince my mother to let me read it. We told her all about the book and how it was written before the author started his other series. All in all it took a month to convince both my mother and father, to let me buy the book. As soon as I got their permission I ran to the store with all my allowance in hand and pre paid and ordered the book, so that it could be shipped strait to my house.

When I had arrived at my spot though, there was a new addition to my haven. A young boy who looked to be my age was on my swing, looking towards the academy. If I had cared at all to learn who he was I would have been scared, and if I told my parents of my encounter they might have even banned my from going near the tree again. I did not however care who he was and so I never encountered that problem.

I did however care that he was on my swing.

"hey, you!" I exclaimed, walking up to him. He didn't turn around or even glance at me. Was he deaf? I stopped walking and I was starting to feel guilty as I contemplated him being deaf. Making up my mind I decided that I could share the swing if we took turns on it. I walked in front of his view instead of grabbing his shoulder so as to not startle him.

Looking strait into his eyes I said "That's my swing but you can stay on it, if you give me a turn once in a while." He looked at me weirdly and then with a voice a bit unsure said "this is my swing."

Without losing confidence I said with half lidded eyes and a determined expression. "It's my swing and if you won't except my offer of sharing it than, Get Off." Ending my sentence with a quiet sternness I had seen my mother does when upset.

His reaction was to glare at me with the most evil look that I almost backed off, but this was my favorite spot I wasn't backing off no matter how lenient I am with other things. "lets make a deal then! I get it in the morning and you can have it in the evening. Noon is fair game." I stated, holding out my hand.

My reaction to his must have been as unexpected as his was to my previous statement, because his unsure look returned and was mixed with hints of surprise and suspicion. I noticed his unease and for the benefit of my precious swing I gave him one of my rare smiles that I reserve for my books.

My smile seemed to have done the trick as he shook my hand, sealing the deal, but I could still sense his unease. Putting him to the back of my mind I sat down on the grass, put my pillow against the large oak that held the swing's trunk and laid against it.

Letting out a sigh of content at my comfort, I opened up my new book and started to read.

I noticed that it was getting dark out and as my reading light was getting compromised I decided that I would leave the rest for the morning as my book was at a satisfactory part. Not good enough to entrap me into continuing it , and not dull enough to stop me from picking it up again.

I placed my thumb as a bookmark as I searched through my bag for a bookmark. Struggling to find one I was getting more worried that I would lose my spot. My worries must have shown in my face because the next thing I know a ramen receipt is being shoved under my nose.

I looked up at the hand that held it, and I slowly traveled up to see the face of the one holding it. The receipt belonged to the boy I now shared a swing with.

I looked at him for the first time, with a real long searching look. He had a mess of yellow spiky hair on his head, clear determined blue eyes, and a hesitant smile. "Use this." He said in a strong voice, unlike before.

"thanks." I think my opinion of him has changed. Maybe I can work with this relationship.

'I think I'll come here tomorrow in the evening too. Reading is all good but having company when you read is pretty nice too…doesn't mean I won't come in the morning though, the deal states that, that is my only swing time.' I thought as I walked home, already planning out tomorrow.

I even forgot about why i decided to share my swing in the first place.