Chapter One
Meeting (or Introductions)
The young first grader sat in the sand box and packed the grains into the mold of a castle wall. Her brown hair had lighter streaks in it from the sunlight and she flipped over the castle wall quickly. However, unlike when she did it at the beach with her mom, all of the sand poured out before she could even finish the flip.
Flora pouted, folded her arms and scrunched up her nose. "It's not working!"
Musa giggled, picked up the wall and placed the opening facing up towards the sky again. "It needs water, silly!" She stood up and brushed sand off her jeans. "Be right back, kay?" Before Flora could respond her dark blue haired classmate took off towards the school.
Flora went back to scooping up handfulls of sand and dropping them into the mold. She hummed quietly to herself as she worked. That is until a shadow blocked out the sun and Flora looked up to see a slightly older boy hovering over her. His wild magenta hair, somehow, gave him a fierce look and Flora instinctivley cowered back. "H-hi Riven," she squeaked.
"'H-hi Riven'," he said in a high pitched voice, mocking her. "Don't you ever say anything without sounding like a baby?" Flora looked down at the sand not daring to look up. "Are you gonna cry?" Riven teased. He picked up the castle wall mold, which contained barely a handful of sand, and dumped it on Flora's head. "You dumbo! It doesn't work this way," he laughed at her. And that is when Flora started to cry.
Before Riven could make any comment he felt a tap on his shoulder and whirled around only to be met by a fist in his face. "Oww!" Riven shouted, his hands flinging to his eye.
Musa folded her arms across her chest, a small waterbottle forgotten on the ground next to her. "Leave her alone you bully!" She stepped between Flora and Riven.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't done that!" the boy exclaimed, shoving Musa back hard. Musa stumbled back a step then tripped over the edge of the sandbox, falling back. She scraped her palm in the process and almost fell on Flora, just missing by an inch or two. She quickly jumped up, ignoring the spots of blood and prickly feeling in her palm.
"ARGHHH!" She shouted, charging at him. However, before she actually attempt to tackle the bigger first grader the recess bell rang. Their teacher's voice rang out across the playground loud and clear.
"MUSA! RIVEN!"
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"This is all your fault," Musa pouted. Riven said nothing but loud out a big 'Hmph!' The two were sitting outside the principal's office. Musa's mom and Riven's mom were inside. "If I get in trouble because of you-" Musa was saying but Riven cut her off with a scary first grader glare.
"Will you stop talking?" He growled. "I'm trying to listen." Musa shut up then but only because she wanted to listen too.
"...her first offense...let off on a warning..." They were able to catch bits and peices of the conversation. Musa grinned pumping a fist in the air but then froze as her mother's voice floated through. "...I promise she will be punished...I'm sorry...black eye..." She must have been apologizing to Riven's mom. Ew, Musa though. Mommy's going to make me apologize too. Musa stopped paying attention after hearing, "...suspended...not his first offense..." She wasn't sure what suspended meant exactly but it sounded bad and she smirked at Riven.
Riven was glaring at her in a way that even scared her a little. She supposed he also knew suspended must be something bad. Just before the door opened and the mothers exited, Riven had whispered, "This. Isn't. Over."