7 year old Marvel ran through District 1 eagerly, the dry dirt turning into fresh green grass as he now stepped onto Private Property. He ignored the sprinklers that sprayed him and hoped onto the white porch of the mansion, hugging the surprised blonde that was his best friend.
Her name was Glimmer.
She giggled and pushed him away as he got her wet. He smiled largely, looking almost goofy. Glimmer laughed and leaned against the rail, raising her perfect eyebrow.
"What?" She asked, humor in her voice.
"I got accepted," Marvel said, trying not to scream and shout and celebrate. But Glimmer ruined all that. A huge smile broke out on her beautiful face.
"No way! Congrats!" She screamed and hugged him again, this time ignoring the wetness of Marvels clothes.
Even though Glimmers best friend just got excepted in the best known training academy in the District, deep inside she felt sad and she couldn't help but tell Marvel how she truly felt.
She pulled away, her beautiful face frowning, her blonde hair falling in curves around her young, naïve face.
"That's great you got excepted Marvel, but…" She was nervous.
Marvel looked at her, his calm eyes watching her every movement.
"But what?"
"That means we can't hang out as much," She said in a shaky voice.
Marvel smiled and reached up, brushing away the blonde locks from her face and reaching down to hold her hands.
"As much," He said.
Glimmer looked up at him with confused, sparkling eyes that were on the verge of tears. Marvel again smiled.
"We won't be able to hang out as much," He corrected. "But don't worry. I'll always have time for you Glim," He smiled.
Her face immediately lit up with happiness, a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Hey, promise me something Marv," She said in a cheerful voice.
"Promise me you'll always stay with me?"