"Mommy I don't want to go." Will screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Its not for long sweetie, now come on." Susan tried to coax her baby girl from the car, but she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't wanna!" She shouted. She was past the crying faze and into the huffy one. Her mother knew what was next, submission.
"Will, don't you want to make some nice new friends."
"No!" She snapped. "I wanna stay home and play with you."
"I have work sweetie, you have to go." Susan thought for a second, she knew how to force her into her last stage of temper tantrums. "If your good, I'll bring you a treat when I come get you." Will's eyes lit up, she hopped out of her car seat and wiped her eyes clean.
"All ready." She smiled.
Susan led her daughter into the creche by her tiny hand. She leaned down to kiss her good bye once all the information was taken.
"I'll see you in a few hours Will." She pecked her on the top of the head, and Will slowly walked into the large room painted bright yellow, with different cartoon characters painted badly on each wall. Will's nose wrinkled at the sight. She turned to argue with her mother to stay with her, but she was gone.
"Oh," Will's eyes filled up again.
"You OK?" A voice came from behind her. She turned to see a girl with short hair and dark skin.
"No," She sniffed. "I want my mommy." Will's eyes spilled over and she let out a big wine.
"Shhh, its OK. I'll be your new friend." The girl smiled. "I'm Taranee."
"I'm... Will." She sniffed out. Taranee wrapped her small arms around her new friend and smiled at her, Will couldn't help her own smile spread across her face.
About ten minutes later, both girls were playing and laughing like they had known each other there whole lives. Someone else got dropped off then, a boy with dark hair and a 'huffy' look, as Will put it. He had a backpack and a beanie hat on.
"Who's he?" Will asked.
"Matt Olsen. He's a meany." Taranee crossed her arms over her chest.
"He can't be. He looks pretty." Will almost had love hearts in her eyes and Tara bobbed her tongue out. "I'm going to say 'Hi'" She got up from the floor they were playing on and grabbed a small plastic truck to give him.
"What do you want?" The boy asked.
"I'm new. My name is Will, wanna be friends?" I handed him the bright blue truck and he took it.
"How old are you?"
"Seven." She said happily.
"Well I'm nine. I'm bigger than you so I can beat you up." He pushed Will and she hit the floor with a thud. "Haha! Your clumsy!" She pointed at her and laughed, and everyone else joined in.
Will got up and ran out the large room crying. "Tara was right! Your a meany!" She shouted before slamming the door. What she didn't see was Matt biting his lip, looking very ashamed.