The little boy skipped along the sidewalk, making his way down the street. He was swinging his backpack happily, the wind blowing his curly, dark hair in all directions. Angel was new in town, and this was his first day of real big-boy school. Most little kids would be scared, but not this one. He was excited to make new friends and meet his new teacher. First grade was going to be fun. He walked by the playground. It was green, with two white swings, and pink monkey bars.

There was a girl, sitting on a swing all by herself. She too, like Angel, had curly dark hair, except hers was much longer. Angel thought the girl's hair was very pretty. Curious, he ran up to her. "Hello!" he greeted her brightly.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Are you okay?" Angel asked.

The girl just nodded.

"Are you going to school?" he asked excitedly.

The little girl looked up, her deep brown eyes shining. "Yes…" she said.

"Then what are you waiting for?" little Angel asked, putting his tiny hands on his hips. "It's going to start soon."

The girl sighed, "I was dancing."

Angel was confused, "Dancing?"

She nodded, "But my Mama said I had to go to school. But I don't want to. All I want to do is dance, dance, and dance all day long until my feet hurt."

Angel pondered this. His Mama had told him that if you didn't go to school, he'd get in trouble. Angel didn't want this little girl to get in trouble. "How about I make you a deal?"

"A deal?"

Angel nodded, "You can show me one dance, and then we can go."

"Okay!" the girl's smile brightened. "But where will I dance? There's no stage."

"Oh," Angel argued, "you don't need a stage to dance."

The girl grinned, "Okay." Then she ran off to the pole connecting the monkey bars to the swing sets. "I can dance on this pole!"

Angel's mouth flew open, "You can?"

The little girl proceeded to jump onto the green pole, wrapping her legs around the metal. Then, she spun around in the air, holding on with just her hands.

"Wow!" the boy giggled when she was done. "You must be really strong."

"My mommy said I'm not allowed to dance like that though, but it's so much fun!" she crossed her arms.

Angel put his hand on the girl's shoulder, "That's okay, you can dance like that before school. Now, let's go!"

The two children walked, side by side, up to the elementary school. "Are you in first grade?" Angel asked.

She shook her head, "Preschool."

Angel looked sad, he had hoped to be in the same class as his new friend. "Oh, well, I'll see you here at the end of the day?"

She nodded, "But wait! What's your name?"

"Angel," the little boy said. "What's yours?"

She smiled, "Everyone calls me Mimi."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mimi," Angel shook her hand, remembering what his Mama said whenever she met new people.

And with that, Angel skipped into his classroom.

Next Chapter: Angel meets Roger and Mark! Let me know what you think so far, and if you have any ideas!