2001
"Just let me touch it. Stop being such a baby"
Jared Cameron and Paul Lahote had teased me with these words the whole year. It didn't seem to matter to them that they were in the third grade and that I was only in the first. Both Paul and Jared used to be kinder, they would even play with me when my brother wasn't around. It was only once we were in the same school, at the same time, that they had started being cruel.
"I'm not a baby. It's my toy!" I yelled back.
The two boys dropped my prized miniature sports car and stormed off towards the playground, my most treasured possession lay in pieces. My hand dropped to the floor as I managed to collect what was left of my, now ruined, miniature vintage porsche. I was forced to remind myself that I couldn't cry about my car, only babies cried. I wasn't a baby.
"Are you going to cry...Kimmy? Are you going to be a baby?"
I couldn't tell if it was Paul or Jared that had spoken but I had decided not to look. Friends were supposed to be nice, Paul and Jared were not nice. My mother had tried to convince me that boys would be mean when they liked you, but I didn't want them to be mean to me. I didn't even want them to be my friends, they shouldn't have crushes on me. Crushes made people mean.
All I wanted was Seth, he was such a good big brother. He always made Paul and Jared be nice to me - even if they didn't mean it. He was bigger than them too, even though he was the youngest one in the third grade. I didn't care if I ended up being a tattle tale, I just wanted Seth to come back to the Reservation and protect me again.
"Kimberly, honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying. I'm not a baby"
-Author's Note-
I know that it's short but it's only the beginning. I promise