Hey guys! StonedMonk here with a new chapter! It's been over 9 months since I updated! Holy crap! Sorry for being gone for so long, I have a reason. It's explained in the last chapter which I updated over the 9 months.

I'd like to thank everyone for their kind reviews. It's the kind words that you guys left that continually reminded me to update!

PLEASE RE-READ THE LAST CHAPTER. IT'S BEEN UPDATED QUITE A BIT SINCE IT WAS ORIGINALLY RELEASED!

This story does have a soundtrack I created; it further expresses the story's tone and emotion. If you love music like I do and you want to get a better feel for the story, then there will be lyrics for the song and the Song Title/Composer at the beginning of the chapter if you want to listen to it on youtube, or another site.

Our lives are made

In these small hours

These little wonders,

These twists & turns of fate

Time falls away,

But these small hours,

These small hours still remain

Let it slide,

Let your troubles fall behind you

Let it shine

Until you feel it all around you

And i don't mind

If it's me you need to turn to

We'll get by,

It's the heart that really matters in the end.

Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

"Well, uh I guess like all stories," I stopped as I scratched my head. "It all started with a girl." I told her.

I was a relatively scrawny 5 year old, just barely weighing over 40 pounds. My parents were sad and afraid to let me go to kindergarten. Naturally, (like everybody my age) I was terrified of leaving them as well. Especially my dad.

My dad's name was Oliver and he was a police officer. He was probably the biggest influence in my young years compared to my mom. Her name was Anna. She was a stay-at-home mom. She spent all of her time watching me, feeding me, cleaning me, you name it.

But anyways, on the first day of school my parents came with me to discuss my heart condition with my teacher. I remember holding my dad's hand as I walked into that small air conditioned room that came to be my kindergarten classroom.

Once my parents arrived in the classroom they began to locate the teacher. The distinct smell of crayon, pencil lead, and markers made me smile. Though I was scared of leaving my parents, I also had a feeling of responsibility. The feeling of being on my own taking care of myself empowered me.

"Now listen Humphrey. This is your new teacher." My dad said as he crouched to my level, let his hands rest on my blue and navy striped polo shirt, and pointed to a short woman that stood to his left. She was smiling.

My eyes widened in confusion.

"Dad, I thought you said I shouldn't point at anyone. It's w-wude." I whispered as I tried my best to pronounce and recall what he told me just days earlier, as he tried to teach me manners before I went to school.

"That's right bud! It is rude. Good catch." Dad said with a smile, repeating 'rude' so I could learn the correct pronunciation. I beamed with a newfound proudness. Dad then stood up and looked towards the short lady. "I'm sorry mam. That was rude of me." He apologized.

Rude. Rude. Rude. I mentally repeated to myself as I tried to remember how to say it.

"It's okay Mr. Fenix. I accept your apology." She answered.

I accept your apology. I repeated in my mind again.

"Now about Humphrey's heart problems that I discussed with you, you see he can slowly lose his brea…"

Do they have toys here? I hope the others are nice. What are all of those pieces of paper doing on the walls? Can I get one of my papers up there? I have to be a super giant to reach those! How does the short lady do it?

"Humphrey?! Ollie he's wandering again!" My mom said with concern.

"It's okay Anne. He's going to be here for the next year and he's going to be wandering around this place often. Might as well let him get used to it!" He replied as he signed a slip giving the school permission to call an ambulance if it gets hard for me to breathe.

What if she flies up there? Maybe that's how she does it! Will she show us how to fly? I can be a superhe-

I took my eyes off of the walls to see a young girl looking at me, her face nearly 3 inches away from mine. Her eyes were peering directly into mine. I backed away and looked at her. She wore a orange sundress with sketchers that light up whenever she stepped. Her red hair was neatly made into loose pigtails. Immediately another group of parents opened the door to the room, causing her red hair to illuminate and glow from that mornings light that emitted from the opening. I was at a loss for words.

It felt like my mom was looking at me. It was a weird feeling.

Not knowing what better to say, I uttered, "Umm… My dad says it's rude to stare." I said to the freckled girl.

"I like your eyes." She said to me in a high pitched squeal as she completely disregarded my previous statement. Her gaze dropped to the floor. She began to drag her feet across the grey carpet bashfully with her arms wrapped behind her back.

"Why?" I asked her as my head tilted to the side.

"They look like water." She said to me. "Do you cry?" She asked innocently.

"No! I don't cry! Boys don't cry!" I said defensively.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you mad." She said as her eyes darted to the floor once again.

I felt mad at myself for becoming angry, when she just asked me a question. "I accept your apology." I said to her. "I'm sorry for making you sad." I told.

"s'okay." She answered. Her gaze slowly came back up to mine.

"Why are you looking at the floor?" I asked her as I knelt down and looked around at her feet, my blue jeans making a scruff on the hard carpet. Maybe there's a bug? What if there was a giant spider that can grow to the size of a bus! Or maybe an airpla-

"My dad doesn't like me when I make him mad. He makes me look down and be quiet." She said as her eyes darted to the ground once again. I stood back up & shook the thoughts of the spider out of my head.

"Hmm… Well do you like my eyes?" I asked her as I rubbed my chin quizzically.

"Yes." She answered. Her gaze glued to the stained carpet.

"Well, you can look at them all the time if you feel better." I said to her. My cheeks flared red. What did I just say?

"Okay." She said as she glanced at me and smiled. She raised her head to look at me, and I looked right back at her. I giggled. "Do you want to be friends?" She asked me.

I questioningly tilted my head at her. "What is a 'friends'?"

"It's 'friend', and friends are people that will always be there for each other." She answered me.

"Oh. So I have to be there for you?" I questioned her.

"Yes. And I'll be there for you."

"Always?"

"Always."

"Okay! I'll be friends with you. Do you more have friends?" I tilted my head again as I asked her another question.

"Yes. But I only have," She stretched her fingers and began to count. "One. Two. Three." She stopped. "Just one. The other kids are mean to me." She answered.

"Are they in kindygarden?" I questioned with a word way too hard to say at the age of 5.

"Yes. But she's in a other room." She said grinning. "Her name's Janice."

"A girl?" I frowned.

"Yes." She calmly answered.

"Okay. What's your name?" I continually questioned.

"My name's Reba." She said with a smile. "What's yours?"

I cleared my throat and stood tall like dad told me to do. I robotically answered,"It's nice to meet you Reba. My name is Humph-rey." I split my name in two, as it was the only way I could remember it.

"Humph! We're leaving now!" I heard my dad say.

"Stay here." I said to Reba as I turned around and went towards my dad. "Bye daddy." I said as I hugged him.

"I'll see you later Humph." He crouched down again and softly grabbed my shoulders. "You be good. If you have a problem, go talk to the teacher." He said as he directed me towards the lady, making sure that he didn't point this time.

"Okay dad. Bye mom." I said as I broke from his hold, and ran towards my mom.

"Goodbye my son." She said as she hugged me tightly. My chest started feeling weak.

"Anne. You're making it hard for him to breathe." He said as he put one hand on her shoulder.

"Oh!" She yelled. "Sorry Humphy."

"I'm okay mom." I got closer to her ear. "I'm a superhero." I whispered.

"Yes you are!" She smiled. Her eyes became red and watery. "Are you sad that mom and dad are leaving?" She asked me. I glanced over at Reba, who was still standing there, looking down at the ground once again.

"No. Reba is here." I said as I turned back to my mom. "We're there for each other." I grinned.

"Is Reba your friend?" She asked me.

"I think so." I answered back to her. I turned to look at my mom again. She had the same look Reba did as she looked at me. Why do they look at me like that?

"I realized now, that both were a sense of love." I told the therapist.

"I don't remember my parents leaving, but I do remember sitting in those godawful wooden desks that first day." I chuckled. "I can almost smell them!" I joked with a half grin. "The teacher decided to put me in the back of the room. I guess she figured that since I had good manners, that I didn't have to sit with all the other naughty boys in the front. She also decided that since Reba was fairly shy, and only talked to me, she should sit next to me." I told her. "As weird as it sounds, I could always remember that whenever she was scared, or angry, or sad. I would let her look at my eyes." I reminisced.

"I never did know what she saw in me."

Regardless of the time I was AWOL I am still setting up the story! I know! I want to get to the good parts too! I'll try to update more frequently so we can get there!

It was a challenge to write this in a 5 year olds perspective! I had to continually change the words to a vocabulary that a 5 year old would use. Even though I don't think I nailed it, it was a definite challenge!

Now I did some research and found that Reba and Janice were never individually identified in the sense of looks. They are always in the same scenes and are never independently verified. So I figured that Reba would be the tan wolf and Janice would be the gray. Just as an FYI.

Thank you all for reading. Please review, if you'd like to. I'll see you next chapter.