DISCLAIMER: I do not own THE KITE RUNNER, nor any of it's characters.

(A/N): Okay I was reading the book in my English class, and like my other fan fiction Tropical Paradise Kisses (Lord of the Flies) I thought of adding a girl to the mesh. Only I'm changing some of the plot a bit, I'm making Hassan a girl, and wanting some very interesting things happen between Hassan and Amir. I call her HASSANA!

Amir stepped out of his home catching his servant's daughter Hassana sweeping the porch of his home. She looked up to him with a bright smile and waved.

"Good morning Amir agha." she greeted warmly. Amir smiled back at the eight year old girl and waved his book in her direction.

"Let me read you a story Hassana." he said. She beamed and hurried with her task eager to listen to Amir's stories. She put the broom away and ran after Amir who had already started his way to the hill. There Hassana laid on her stomach resting her chin on her palms waiting eagerly for Amir to began speaking the words she could never read. Amir sat in front of her crossing his legs and opened the book. He read the story of Shahnamah and Amir would find tears in her eyes. She cried at the death of Sohrab and wept begging Amir to read the story again. Amir obliged her and read the story again.

At home Baba was smoking his pipe with his Rahim Khan, Amir had overheard the conversation the night before about Baba criticizing Amir's relationship to him. Amir was angry, irritated with Hassana, because Baba was treating her like the favorite. It wasn't fair, I mean Amir was really Baba's child.

"Amir agha? What's wrong? Are you not well?" Hassana asked handing setting his breakfast on the table and began ironing his clothes.

"None of your business!" Amir snapped startling Hassana. She nodded her head apologizing and returned to ironing the clothes. Rahim Khan had been wrong about the mean streak.

Hassana was walking with Amir holding his things for him as they headed to their favorite tree. Hassana had her slingshot in her pant pocket and her hair was tied back today in a plain braid. Her father Ali had done it for her. He told her once before that she looked exactly like her mother. A spitting image. Hassana asked him to never tell her such a thing again, because her mother was beautiful, and made heads turned for every man and yet she abandoned her. Abandoned her husband and baby in spite. She hated her father, and she hated Hassana. Hassana never wanted to ever see that woman.

The children were heading to Cinema Zainab, taking the shortcut through the military barracks near Istiqlal Middle School. They hopped the fence and skipped over a little creek breaking into an old field. Hassana was looking around. She was nervous, Baba had forbidden them from coming there but he was away in Pakistan with Rahim Khan at the time. But Hassana would follow Amir anywhere, it didn't matter where. Amir noticed the group of soldiers huddled under the shade of a tank smoking and drinking and laughing among one another. One started calling on Hassana elbowing his friend.

"Hey!" he said "I know you!"

Hassana stared at the man. She didn't know him, Amir didn't know him. So why was he calling Hassana? The way he grinned at Hassana, the way he leered scared Amir, and frightened Hassana all the more. "Just keep walking." Amir whispered taking Hassana's hand and continued to walk.

"You! The Hazara! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" the soldier barked. Hassana was trembling she held Amir's hand tightly and kept walking beside him. The soldier handed his cigarette to the guy next to him and made a circle with his thumb and his index finger. Poked it in and out. In and out. "I knew your mother, did you know that? I knew her real good. I took her from behind by that creek over there." The soldiers laughed. Amir told Hassana to keep walking, keep walking. "What a tight sugary cunt she had!" the soldier was saying, shaking hands with others, grinning.

Later in the dark after the movie had started Hassana was croaking beside Amir. She was crying, crying tears of anger and humiliation. The tears slid down her cheeks. Amir reached across the seat wrapping an arm around her shoulders and brought her close. She rested her head on his shoulder weeping into his sleeve and Amir rested his head on hers. "He took you for someone else." he whispered. "He took you for someone else."

Once they were home that night Hassana smiled brightly to Amir. To her he was her god. She would do anything for him. No matter what she would always follow Amir, they would always be friends. She would always be by his side. Did this mean she loved him. Yes she loved him, more than anyone in the whole world. She did something Amir himself never expected anyone to do.

She leaned down taking his hand and kissed it with her soft beautiful lips. The lips she had inherited from her mother. Amir's face was warm from embarrassment and she kissed his hand again. "Goodnight to you Amir agha." she said soothingly. She turned and went back into her mud hut where her loving father waited. Amir stood there and stared at the hand Hassana had graced with her beautiful lips. He didn't understand this feeling, and he wouldn't be able to until he turned thirteen.

(A/N): Well there you have it. I know it was kind of boring but it was enough to peak an interest yes? Anyway, I'm going to upload the second chapter soon. I will do my best to update as soon as possible. But in order to keep it alive I'll need reviews ^^ I need compliments and criticism, but go easy. I get defensive. Thanks!