A/N: I'm black in back, baby! While I was busy with other stories during this break, I decided to revisit my first and only published story on Fanfiction, the Girl with the Yellow Jacket! It's been two years! Imagine that! Two years! Of course, I read back on it, and I go,"Who wrote this? A third grader?" And, of course, that idiot was me, a sixth grade me. So, now, I've decided to rewrite the Girl with the Yellow Jacket! The original will still be up, but this will be more detailed. Grammar, point of view issues fixed, so it won't kill your brain cells to read! Enjoy the Girl with the Yellow Jacket Rewritten!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Kratts!
A Hispanic girl with pale olive skin and black hair pulled into two short wavy ponytails clutched her lilac backpack. Her mother, wearing a white gown, walked the little girl to the bus stop, where other children, older and her age, stood. The little girl grabbed the hem of her mother's skirt in fear.
"¡No hay que preocuparse, mi hija!" the woman smiled gently to her daughter. "You'll be just fine, Aviva."
"Mama, why do I have to go to school?" Aviva looked up into her mother's smiling gray eyes.
It was her first day of kindergarten.
"Because, mi hija, you'll grow up and come smart, marry a handsome man, and have lots of childern -"
"Ewww! Mama!" Aviva covered her face with her hands.
"I was just kidding, mi hija! Besides, I have to go back now, okay?" Aviva's mother chuckled gently. "Look! There's Koki!"
Aviva nodded with her lips pursed. She wore a denim skirt with sewn swirling designs. She wore a pale lemon yellow shirt as a top. Aviva ran to her best friend. They had known each other since before they were able to utter their first words.
"Remember, Aviva! Don't speak to strangers!" Aviva's mother called before waving her daughter off.
"But, mama, if I don't speak to strangers, how will I make friends?" Aviva whispered to Koki, causing the two girls to burst into giggles.
"Are you scared?" Koki, with her black hair down in two puffy pigtails, hugged Aviva.
"Very," Aviva nodded.
Her best friend had very smooth brown skin, which just made her prettier.
"Hey, who are those guys?" Koki pointed to two boys.
One boy stood tall. He wore a blue shirt with khaki shorts. His eyes were blue like the sea, and his hair was the color of pristine sand. The other boy had dark hair and brown eyes. He wore a green shirt and khakis like his brother, but the green brother looked to be much younger. He looked Aviva's and Koki's age. Aviva strained to hear their conversation as Koki left and joined an older girl who looked just like Koki, except a few years older.
"Okay, Chris, remember, don't talk too much when the teacher's talking! I learned that the hard way. Oh! And don't get distracted by the girls. There'll be a later time for that. Aaaand, don't get into fights. You're only in kindergarten, but fights happen," the blonde boy was talking to the brown haired boy, who was listening very closely. "If you do get into a fight, just run! Got it, little bro?"
"Got it!" Chris exclaimed, giggling when his older brother began ruffling his hair.
"Oops!" the older brother tried to fix his brother's wet hair.
"Stop!" Chris laughed. He flattened his own hair, then ran his fingers through his bangs, causing them to spike up.
"So that's how you do it!" the older brother chuckled. "Sorry I messed it up!"
"More like, messed it down," Chris smiled to his brother.
"Boy, you have learned!" the older brother continued laughing.
Aviva decided to stop peeping and looked up and down the street. A huge yellow bus came barreling down the street. Many of the parents standing with their children began to hug them. Aviva looked away from them. She was all alone. Everybody else had a big brother or sister or parent, but her big sister lived her Aviva's father. It had been a year since her big sister was taken away.
As the children began boarding the bus, Aviva looked around feverishly. They were the last stop, seats were limited. Chris' brother in blue ran to the back of the bus to sit with his older friends. Koki was sitting with her sister, Cocoa. Where could she sit? Aviva rushed and just sat in a random seat.
With a frantic thought, she sighed.
'This is some older kid! What if he gets angry? What if he wants to fight me?'
When the girl peeked over her shoulder, she saw a boy her age in green. It was Chris!
"H-hi..." Chris blushed, still looking out the window. A girl had decided to sit with him!
"Hi," Aviva smiled weakly, turning to face the boy.
"I-I'm Chris..." the boy turned to the girl, face red. "...Chris Kratt."
"I'm Aviva!" she beamed. "Aviva Corcovado!"
The name Kratt sounded very familiar.
"My parents know your parents!" Chris realized out loud.
"Uh, yeah!" Aviva kept her radiant smile up.
Chris turned away to look out the window again. School hadn't even started yet, but kindergarten was hard. An awkward silence started to form between the two kindergartners. An idea popped into Chris' head.
"So, what's your favorite color? Yellow?" Chris faced Aviva again.
"No, it's purple! Like my backpack!" she pointed to the straps against her shoulders. "Is yours green?"
"Uh, yeah...!" Chris was taken aback. "How did...you know?"
"It was easy!" Aviva giggled, pointing to Chris' shirt.
"Oh...right," Chris chuckled sheepishly.
'Great...way to go, Chris...Martin will be so proud of you,' Chris thought sarcastically.
When the yellow bus pulled up to the school and the kids were all off the bus, Martin ran up to catch up to his younger brother.
"So, who was that girl you were talkin' to?!" Martin nudged Chris' shoulder.
"Just a girl...Mom and Dad know her," Chris smiled sheepishly.
Martin only grinned. At the same time, Koki left her sister to catch up to Aviva.
"Who was that guy!?" Koki seemed amazed. "He looks kinda cute!"
"I don't know!" Aviva colored slightly. "My mom knows his family, though..."
"Yeah...sure!" Koki giggled, prompting Aviva to join.
The two best friends skipped into the school together. The two Kratt brothers watched the two girls as they happily ran into the school building.
"Looks kinda nice," Martin shrugged with a grin.
"Uh...yeah," Chris blushed like a tomato.
As the day dragged on, Chris realized he liked Aviva. He didn't tell Martin because his brother would ceaselessly tease him about her. However, Martin wasn't stupid. During recess, Martin saw his younger brother play with two girls, rather than guys. The fourth grade Martin thought something was suspicious. One of those two girls was the one Chris had to like. Despite this keen observation, it took Martin until the last day of school to realize it was the little girl with the wavy black pigtails that Chris had a crush on.
Martin chuckled to himself when he finally realized this. In the shade of an oak tree, he shook his head with a laugh. How could he have been so stupid?
Chris was already growing up.