Jean drabble ages 1-10
Catching up
Jean brushed the tear from her cheek, squared her small shoulders. Blood trickled down her leg from the scraped knee. She scooped up the basket that dropped when she tripped trying to catch up with her brother and his friends.
John's friend Chris turned back to see where she went. He didn't want the spunky 10 year old to get lost in the bush. Having caught a glimpse of Jean on the ground. Chris came back for her to see if she was hurt. As he reached her he saw the fury in her steel blue eye. Fury at herself for not being older, faster, bigger. Chris laughed at her which just made her brow raise with more anger, stifling him mid chuckle. He took her basket and gently wiped the blood from her knee with his hanky.
Jean sniffled and asked, "Why are you being nice to me?" Chris shrugged his shoulders and gave her a wink. Jean could feel the blush rise in her cheeks. Later that night, she wrote 'Jean Mary Randall Beazley' and crossed it out. Then again in loopy letters 'Mrs. Jean Beazley'. Yes, that sounded right!
