Don't kill me! I know I should be working on my Silver fic, but, frankly, I'm not getting much response. I fully intend to finish it, but I wanted to take a brake and do a few chapters of this. It's… different, and probably bad, but it was too cute of an idea to pass up. Please review! Tell me whether or not to finish it. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, flames will be laughed at.
Jenny Thornton sang softly to herself as she skipped gaily to the playground around the corner from her new house. Her family had just moved to Vista Grand, California, and she was enjoying the June sunshine all around her.
Jenny was being very careful not to step on any cracks in the sidewalk. Not that she believed those sill superstitions she was a whole seven years old now and starting second grade come September. She was far too old to be scared of such things… but you can never be too careful.
"Wow," Jenny exhaled, gazing in wonder at the colossal, brightly colored structure before her. She didn't know where to start! Making her way through groups of laughing children, Jenny's cat green eyes scanned the slides, monkey bars, and climbing areas decked out in varying shades of reds, yellows, blues, and greens.
Just as here emerald gaze swept over a garish yellow bridge, Jenny could have sworn she saw a small shape slip even deeper into the shadows of the hulking play-structure. Jenny blinked, not sure why this disconcerted her, but promptly forgot about it upon seeing the swings.
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Jenny pumped her thin, tan legs, making herself go higher and higher on her swing. She was imagining that she was an astronaut, flying into space. Her eyes were closed, and her golden hair flew around her head like a halo in the breeze.
Suddenly, her imaginings were cut off by a harsh squawking right next to her ear. Wide, Nile green eyes flew open to see the raucous, flapping form of a seagull way too close to her small, hear-shaped face.
In her shock, Jenny shrieked, pitched forward, and fell right off her swing. She scrunched her eyes, preparing to hit the ground. But, instead of the playground floor, Jenny was intercepted by something else.
There was an "oof," and then Jenny and whatever she had collided with were tumbling across the sawdust strewn ground with various exclamations of pain and confusion. After coming to a stop, Jenny realized that "what" she had slammed into was actually a "who," as the mystery person was already getting up while Jenny lay, still dazed, on the ground.
Then something strange happened; something only a seven your old would find strange. The other child reached down, grabbed Jenny's wrist, an pulled her up.
So, like it? Hate it? Tell me with a review! Oh, for those of you who don't remember being seven so clearly: do little kids ever help each other up when they fall? No. They're not being mean, it just doesn't occur to them. That's why this is strange.