Gotham City, 1990
"Ouch" Kiamara winced and quickly drew her hand up to rub her head where the pain was now swelling. Tears immediately sprang up in her eyes although she refused to let them fall. If there was one thing she learned when she moved to this country, and ESPECIALLY this city, it was to never let them see you cry, or they would do everything in their power to make sure it happened over, and over, and over again. She simply clung her dolly tighter to her and turned to glare at her assailent. It was that boy from next door, she didn't know his name, but she knew that he was the the son of that couple that was always screaming and yelling at each other late at night. Her daddy said that they were just talking, but she knew better.
Kiamara got to her feet and pushed his shoulder as hard as she could. He stumbled back a few steps and she smiled rather proud of herself, but she quickly replaced it with another glare. "Why'd you pull my hair?" She demanded, trying not to smile again when the boy rubbed his shoulder a little. "I dunno..." He muttered and looked at the ground. "Why did you push me?" He asked looking up at her equally upset. "Because you pulled my hair! I should tell my mommy!" She threw her doll to the ground and turned to run home, but he grabbed her hand. The way he held it was why she turned around, he wasn't rough with her, but it was just enough to stop her, like he was holding it.
She blushed when she thought of that and she looked up at him, noticing the tears brimming in his own eyes. "Please don't tell. Then my dad will get mad at my mom again." She tilted her head confused. "Why would he do that?" The boy shrugged. "He's always saying it's her fault that I'm...out of patrol." Kiamara giggled at the phrase he had mis-used. "You mean out of control." She had also heard her mother use it when she was talking about some of the other children she baby-sat. He smiled and nodded. "Yes, thats what he says." Kiamara smiled back at him. "Alright I won't tell. IF you play with me." He looked at her confused. "You want ME to play with YOU? No one ever wants me to play with them." Kiamara shrugged and pulled him towards her backyard. "No one ever wants to play with me either." He looked at her confused again, she was really starting to get used to it. "Why wouldn't they want to play with you?"
"Well why don't they want to play with you?" She countered.
"Cause thier parents tell them not to...I guess since mines are always arguing."
"Well that's not fair. They don't play with me because I talk funny."
"That's not fair neether, I like the way you talk."
She simply smiled and led him to the top of the jungle-jim that her dad set up for her.
"Let's play house. I'll be the mommy and you can be the daddy."
He nodded and pushed her down, then yelled something about her not cleaning. She stood up and brushed the back of her pants off then stomped her foot and yelled for him to stop.
"That's not how you do it!"
He stopped and sctratched his head. "That's how my parents do it."
She folded her arms and shook her head.
"No, a mommy and daddy are supposed to love each other, and they talk about stuffs. They don't hit and scream." She smiled at him, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"See, isn't that better?" He nodded and lifted his hand to touch his cheek.
"My mom and dad never do that."
She sighed. "Mines used to, when we lived in England. They don't really talk now. Hey what's your name?"
He thought for a second. "Can we have fake names? Since it's make-believe."
She nodded.
"I want mines to be Jack."
She smiled. "Then I want mines to be Anna."
"Now Jack, let's go in the kitchen and I'll make you dinner."
He smiled and followed her to another side of the jungle jim.
"Can we be married forever Anna? You promise?"
She turned to him and saw the earnest look on his face.
"O.k. Jack, and we'll always be nice to each other. No matter what."
He nodded, his little eyebrows set firm with the decision. "No matter what..."
Me: Okay so I hope you guys enjoy this story, I am not very cofident in my writing-
Joker: And...why pretell is that?
Me: I dunno, I've never been the best, but it's something I like to do.
Joker: Well if you enjoy it, who cares what the world thinks? People always assume things about me...like these scars, have I ever told you how I got them?
Me: NO THANK YOU ._.
As I was saying, I hope you guys enjoy this tale. ^-^ Please feel free to let me know what you think about it okay? Good and bad critizism are welcomed. I'll probably need to spell check this then re-post it, so grammar nazi's are welcomes as well. Good night all.