I wrote this chapter by hand during school, I really like it.
[Sonny's POV]
I stood in front of his front door, holding my hands together and rocking on my heels. I was wearing a denim over-all dress, with a thin red sweater underneath. I hadn't done anything to my chestnut colored hair my bangs were almost covering my eyes. I knocked again lightly, and bit my 5-year-old lip. A dirty blond haired woman answered the door, I could see a fragment of a bruise that had been covered by make-up.
"May I please speak to Chad?" I asked sweetly. She glared at me for a moment before calling Chad downstairs. He looked a lot like he did last time I saw him, but when he was coming downstairs he looked liked like he was in pain. A tear was dripping down his cheek. H e saw me and immediately lit up; his smile barley had a hint of sadness.
"Hi, Alli!" he exclaimed.
"Hey Chad, I need to ask you about something," I looked back up at the blond woman, "If it's alright with your mom" He looked hopefully at his mother, until she finally gave in.
"Come back in when it gets dark!" she called after us. We started walking down the sidewalk.
"So…" he started, "What'd you want to talk about?" I opened my mouth to tell him what I had learned today but instead "When's your birthday," popped out.
"February 29?" He said confused.
"Oh," I said, "February only has 28 days,"
"I was born on a leap year," he replied, "When's yours?"
"March 17," I said, "Favorite color?"
"Blue. You?"
"Green," I said, "Best friend?" He looked embarrassed,
"I don't have many friends, and I don't really like the ones I have. Who's yours?"
"Lucy, or my mom,"
"Your mom?"
"Yeah,"
"She doesn't count,"
"Then Lucy, from back in Wisconsin,"
"Best friend from here," He said stubbornly.
"Then I guess I don't have a best friend either," I consider it said sad when two 5-year-olds both don't have a best friend. "Do you want to be my best friend?" I asked the boy.
"If you want to be my best friend," the boy said.
"Deal, Chad Dylan,"
"Okay Alli,"
"So as best friends, we tell each other everything right?" I asked.
"I guess,"
"Well I made some friends at school today,"
"And?"
"Well, they…they don't…they don't like you Chad,"
"Oh, why not?"
"Something about you thinking your better then them,"
"Oh," he said in a small voice, "You go to Random Acts of Kindness, don't you?"
"Yeah,"
"Well my daddy said that school's for poor un-smart people,"
"You think I'm a poor un-smart person?"
"No, but that's what my daddy and my friends say,"
"I thought you said you didn't like your friends." I said
"I don't,"
"Then why do you listen to them?"
"'Cause, they're my friends, and if I don't I'll get picked on,"
"That's not nice," I said.
"Yeah I'd understand if you don't want to be friends anymore,"
"I course I do Chad, just our friends don't like each other, that could be a problem,"
"We'll cross that brig when we get to it."
So, did you like it? Out of habit I wanted to make him kiss her, but then I remembered they were both 5, and that might not work out so well, so what do you think the dad's like?
Uhhhhhhhhh, I have to do this thing for English where whenever I write or read something, I have to log it.
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