A/N I am going to try my hand at Avatar FanFiction. For the sake of this fic Parker Selfridge is the same age as Grace.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar
There was no wind here. The grass and flowers were grown in a lab. Grace Augustine's parents sat down with Parker Selfridge's. Eight year old Grace was currently sat on the swing giggling as eight year old Parker pushed it.
Grace jumped off of the swing and flew through the air before falling on her bum on the fake grass. She looked around and wished she was like the children a hundred years ago when this was all real and outside. She looked up to see Parker walking up to her holding something behind his back and looking very nervous.
He sat down next to Grace and handed her a very pretty flower, she didn't know what type.
"Thi-this is for you." Parker mumbled.
"You killed the flower." Grace gasped, looking at it. Parker looked crestfallen and bowed his head, "But it's pretty." Said Grace, tucking the flower along with her fiery curls behind her ears.
Grace lied down and closed her eyes, she heard rustling and new that Parker must have lied next to her. "We're friends right Gracie?" asked Parker sweetly.
"Yeah Park, best of friends." Grace replied opening her eyes and looking at him.
"And we'll always be friends right?" he said, grinning.
"Forever and always." Grace smiled.