I'm unsure about this story but I figured I could try and post it anyways...
Harry
Age: 6
I ran out to the backyard to play on the swings. After all, Rose was over. Rose was my best friend. Well, besides Ben and Marty.
I didn't know a lot of the kids on my street because I went to a private school for really smart kids. I didn't even know there was a boy who lived next door until just then.
I looked past Rose to see him just over the top of the fence as I swung high enough. He was playing in a sandbox, alone.
He had brown eyes that resembled a chocolate colour and blonde hair that almost matched the sand he was patting into a castle like mound.
I tried swinging higher to catch a glimpse of him, but my hands slipped and I fell backwards and hit the ground hard.
I blacked out and when I woke up, my mum was at my side under the swing set.
"Harry! What happened?!" She questioned me.
"I fell," I answered her.
"Why were you going so high?" She lectured me.
"I was going to invite the boy from next door over!" I said excitedly.
She glared at me. "Don't talk to that boy. He's part of that damn Fletcher family. I can't stand his parents. His father thinks he can make it big as a musician, but I know he's only ever gonna work for that camera company, wasting away like the proper fool he is. And his mother works for a lowly video store," she spat out, disgusted by me bringing up the boy from across the fence.
"Mummy, at least may I know the boy's name?" I pleaded her with my eyes.
"Thomas is his name. Thomas Fletcher," she sighed.
Tom
Age: 6
I was casually playing in my sandbox since my cousin, Tyler, was over, instead of stupid Natalie, my nanny.
My mum and dad worked a lot and I didn't see much of them during the day. But Tyler was much more laid back than Natalie. He let me at least go outside.
I saw kids next door playing on their swings and wanted to desperately talk to them. But I didn't. I saw a boy swing up past the fence line and look me in the eyes. He had short dark hair and blue eyes. He seemed like he wanted me to come over. I was going to ask Tyler if I could go over.
"Tyler! Tyler!" I yelled, running into the kitchen.
"Yeah, kiddo?" He asked me, deep in a book.
"May I go play with the boy next door?" I asked, ecstatic.
He closed his book and sat it down, turning to look, a glare aimed at me. "Never," he answered simply.
"Why not?!" I yelled, throwing a fit.
"His family is a bunch of rich twats who think they're better than us. You're not going over! Harry is not the kind of boy you want to play with!" He scolded me.
"Okay," I sighed, moping back out to my sand box. I looked for Harry to spy on me over the fence, but he didn't. I peeked through the slot between the wooden planks the fence was made of.
Harry was on the ground. He obviously fell. His mum was by his side. Then I heard,
"Mummy, at least may I know the boy's name?" I pleaded her with my eyes.
"Thomas is his name. Thomas Fletcher," she sighed.
They were talking about me. Why? I would eventually cone to find out that Harry had the same talk with his mum that I had with Tyler.
Yeah... If you couldn't figure it out, it's a Romeo and Juliet type thing... Idk about this. Any ideas?