A/N: Just a short little story about three DHARMA kids and how their lives were intertwined. This could be an AU.
He is happy today.
He and the rest of his kindergarten class are flying kites outside. Normally, they aren't able to, since the Hostiles could see the kites and mistake them for some sort of signal, but it is sunny outside and the wind is just picking up, even Teacher can't resist the call of the outdoors. So here they are, holding diamonds up in the sky with wind and strings, watching as the ribbons attached dance in the breeze.
His twin sister is standing next to him, her brunette bangs flying in the wind and her long hair trying to escape from its scrunchie, failing miserably. They're racing, trying to see whose kite can fly higher, farther away from the earth. Laughing and running, they continue the race until his sister trips on a rock.
"Please be careful, Marie!" Teacher shouts, but neither of them pays attention. Marie just gets up, laughs happily that her kite stayed up, and chases after him. They've stopped running to just watch their kites, and he sees the girl sitting by herself, crying. She's new here. Teacher is sitting with her. Maybe she's lonely, his six and a half-year-old self wonders. Checking to see if Marie is occupied, he goes over to see what is wrong, and he sees a kite next to her, a big hole ripped through its center. So that is why she is sad: her kite ripped. Overcome with a strange feeling, he walks over to her. He stands next to her and silently hands her his kite spool.
"Here," he says. She looks up, and her bright red hair falls away from her face, revealing crystal blue eyes – a color that he's never seen before. He thinks she is very pretty and swallows, suddenly nervous. He motions towards the spool. "You can take mine."
"Really?" she asks in a strange accent. He nods. She stands, smiles, dries her tears on her sleeves, and takes the spool from his hand. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Teacher has walked away now to check on the other children, so they are alone. He nervously fiddles with his hands, then formally introduces himself. "I'm Daniel."
She takes his hand in her free one and shakes it, forcing him to look her in the eye. "My name is Charlotte."
