I really need to get this story idea down... And I have time to kill, so what the heck.

Now, my College story has gone on longer than my other stories, and it has so many plots that... I don't know how to end it... So it will never end! Muahahaha!

Erm, just kidding. But I do need a break. I thought maybe I should write this, an idea I've had for a long time indeed. Instead of one big huge story, how about little stories for each character? And speaking of little... They could be kids. A little back story, y'know? But at different points in their kid-life. I think I'll only go as young as 5th grade, though. I know a lot about it since that was the last one I was in... So yeah, write from experience, kind of...

Oh, and all the kids will be in their respective worlds. Y'know, New York, Sarasaland, whatever.

I'm gonna start with Princess Daisy, because I've liked her lately for some reason.


Sarasaland

The air was warm, gossip was floating, and every fifth grader in Petunia Elementary School was talking, flirting, and laughing.

Except Daisy.

She was figuring out who to pass the ball to.

"Daiz! Over here!" Ryan yelled, flailing his arms. No, too risky.

"I'm open!" shouted Richard, and indeed he was. She passed the ball, and it went sailing to him, and he caught it. But Richard wasn't the strongest, so it wasn't long before the other team got it.

Daisy rushed to the pressure point of the game. She tackled the guy who had the ball. Wrestling the ball from him, she ran across the field, passed the ball to Aaron, and scored the point.

"You cheated!" George, the one who had the ball, accused. "We're playing two-hand touch! You tackled me!"

"Suck it up, wimpy," she countered.

"Yeah, George, you're just sour because you got beat by a girl," Ryan informed.

"I am not!" George argued.

"Wanna come over here and prove it?!" Daisy challenged.

"Why wouldn't I, Flower Girl?"

A split second later they where on the ground, kicking, pulling hair, yelling curses at each other. The crowd stared down at George and Daisy, not wanting to interfere. They knew that once Daisy got angry, it was all over.

"Help!" George screamed as his hair that needed to be cut was pulled violently. Daisy kicked him in the stomach. George countered with a kick to the knees. Daisy had just started to bite his arm when a duty teacher noticed them.

"Break it up, you two!" she ordered, but they didn't listen. She grabbed Daisy by her arms and pulled her off of him, flailing and trying to get at him.

"She's insane!" George accused, pointing a finger. "Crazy cheater!"

"Shut up!" Daisy screamed. "I did not cheat!"

"Daisy, calm down!" the teacher demanded. "Let's take you inside."


A few minutes later, Daisy was sitting in a large chair, facing Principal Roland in his even larger chair.

"Miss Daisy, you know why you're here, right?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"You know what you did was wrong?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

Had she? Every day this happened. She would play football with the boys since all the girls in the school considered her an outcast. Her only friend that was a girl, Peach Toadstool, lived in a different city. Every day she got in an argument with the other team over who won. Every day it ended in bruises and blood.

But she could only give her principal one answer.

"I guess so," she murmured.

"Good." He scribbled some words on a piece of paper. "I'll give you a white slip-" 'White slip' was teacher for, Your parents are gonna punish you for this. "-to give to your folks. Get back to class."

"Yes, sir." Glad to leave the stuffy office, she almost ran back to the classroom, though running in the halls was forbidden.

She got to class just in time. Sitting in her seat next to a girl named Bethany, she got started on her spelling packet as instructed.

"Crazy Daisy," Bethany whispered.

"What?" she hissed back.

"Crazy Daisy." It sounded like a threat.

"Shut up, Beth," she retorted.


The bell had rung. She was free!

Skipping to the back of the school where she could walk home and enjoy the afternoon, she saw two students who normally didn't walk home - George and Ryan.

"Hey guys," she greeted, moving on, not wanting to waste time.

"Hey, Crazy Daisy!" George said nastily.

"Why the hell is everyone calling me that?!" she asked fiercely.

"Because you are, right, Ryan?" George nudged his friend with one elbow.

"Yeah, whatever..." Ryan muttered.

"What makes me crazy, you little whiny jerk?" she challenged.

"For starters, you're ugly. Look at those splotches on your face!" George made a gagging face.

"T-they're freckles..."

"Nobody else in the fifth grade has them," he countered. Ryan pulled his scarf up closer to his nose to hide his faded freckles.

"They're not ugly! You're ugly, you snot-nosed punk!" Daisy shouted.

"And for another thing, you play football." He acted as though he didn't hear her. "Girls don't play football."

"This girl plays football," Daisy contradicted. "What do I look like? A guy?!"

She swung her backpack at his face, and stormed off.


The next day, Daisy had forgotten and forgiven, as she did every person who crossed her after one day. She skipped to the football field and was just about to pick up the ball, when a foot stepped on it.

She looked up. George.

"Can I have the ball, please?" she asked.

"Don't you get it?" he threatened.

"Get what? That you're standing on the football?"

Some of the boys behind him snickered.

"Shut up, guys," he ordered. "Go away, Daisy. Nobody wants you here."

Daisy was lost for words. One one hand, she wanter to clobber this guy until she made him shut up. On the other hand, she wanted to run to the boundry fence and lean against it, and just cry.

She skulked away.

Sitting on the boundry fence, shunned by sociaty, she cried slightly, but not enough for anyone to notice. She stared at the football players, wanting so desperately to join them, but not being able to.

That day, she came to a conclusion.

As hard as anyone tried to beg her, she wouldn't forgive anyone easily.

See, they're supposed to tell aspects of the character. Like it?

Anyone wanna request who to do next? It'd be helpful. Because I only have one more idea and many more starting points.

Um, all I can say right now is...

~Goodbye!