Most of the little children in kindergarten that day were playing outside because of the fact that it was warm and sunny out, weather they always loved. Only a few kids who preferred to keep cool remained inside, along with the teaching assistant, who had been told by the teacher, Mrs. Elbers, to stay inside and keep an eye on them.
Jason Livingston was one of these kids. He liked staying inside so he could play with his favorite toys without having to worry about waiting for a turn to play with them. He hadn't expected anyone else to stay inside during play time, but it was only a couple of other kids, so he wasn't too worried about them playing with his toys. At least, he hadn't been, until he saw one of the other two kids in the room, a dark skinned boy with short black hair, playing with a robot on the opposite side of the room. His robot. Jason's eyes widened, and he stomped as angrily as a five-year-old boy could over to the other boy, who looked up as he approached.
Jason peered down at the boy with chocolate brown eyes. "That's my robot," he said impatiently. The boy blinked up at him before looking at the robot in his hands. He studied it for a few moments before looking up at Jason again.
"I don't see your name on it," he said defiantly. Jason's eyes widened, clearly not expecting the boy to talk back to him like that, but he was quick to glare at the boy.
"So? It's still mine," he said indignantly, crossing his arms. The boy shook his head.
"Nuh uh. Mrs. Elbers said if it doesn't have a name on it, it's the schools, so anyone can play with it. So you have to share it." Jason pouted hearing those words.
"But I wanna play with it!" he whined, making a grab for the plastic robot. The boy, however, pulled away, and the two of them got into a wrestling match over the toy before the teaching assistant broke the fight up.
"Jason, Andrew was playing with the robot first. You have to learn to share. And you can't just go grabbing things from people. Go sit at the table and think about what you did." Jason pouted, but he did what he was told, taking a seat at the table a few feet away from the other child in the room. Looking over at her, Jason decided to take the time to study her.
She was new to the class, having just arrived that morning. Her hair was blonde, so blonde it might actually look white in certain lighting. Even from where he sat, he could see how green her eyes were, covered partially by her bangs. She had straight hair, pulled back into a ponytail that reached just past her shoulder blades. Thick black glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, and Jason realized she was one of the few people in their kindergarten class that actually had glasses. She had a piece of paper in front of her, a pencil gripped tightly in her left hand as she drew on it.
She was humming lightly, and curiosity getting the better of the child, Jason slowly slid closer to the girl. "What are you drawing?" he asked, leaning over to try and get a better view. The girl looked up at him and bit her lip, cheeks flushing slightly, though Jason paid no notice. The blonde hesitantly slid the paper over so he could see, and Jason looked down curiously at the drawing of the teddy bear now sitting in front of him. It looked like she had just finished drawing, the picture just needing to be colored now. "Nice drawing," he said, sliding it back to her.
"Thanks. Mommy says I'm really good at drawing for my age," she said, giving him a proud smile. He smiled back for a moment before pouting.
"I wish I had a teddy bear. My parents won't buy me stuffed animals." The girl watched him curiously as he quietly slid away from her to his original spot at the table.
About ten minutes later, Jason felt a light tap on his shoulder, and he turned around. The girl from earlier was grinning at him, holding out a teddy bear to him. "Here you go." He blinked and slowly took the bear from her, staring at it. It wasn't one of the bears that belonged to the class, as he had never seen it before, and they hadn't gotten any new toys recently. Looking closely at the bear, he realized it looked a lot like the bear in the picture the blonde girl drew. He glanced at the spot she had been sitting, but the drawing wasn't there. He looked up at the girl in confusion.
"Where's your picture?" he asked. The girl giggled and pointed to the bear.
"In your hands, silly." Jason's eyes widened, and he glanced down at the bear again before returning his attention to the girl.
"H-How? It was only a drawing before." The girl grinned at him, green eyes shining brightly. She leaned forward a bit.
"I can make drawings come to life," she whispered, still grinning. Her face suddenly turned serious. "But you can't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret." Jason smiled.
"I won't tell anyone if you won't tell anyone about my powers," he said. The girl's eyes widened.
"You have powers too?" Jason glanced around quickly before whispering "watch this." He wrapped his arm around her body a few times, making sure not to hold on too tightly so she could breathe. He let his arm retract, and the girl giggled.
"Cool." She grinned at the boy and stuck out her hand. "I'm Angelina, but everyone usually just calls me Lina." Jason grinned cheekily and shook her hand.
"I'm Jason. Jason Livingston."