Keith is holding onto your hand tightly as both of you walk to the bus stop. Although it is only a two-minute walk, Keith is afraid of losing you out of his sight. You think differently from the grip. You believe that Keith is holding onto your hand because he is afraid of it being the first day of a new school. So, you let him hold on for comfort.

The both of you wait at the bus stop, which is at the small park of the neighborhood. A few other children wait. Some outside like the both of you and others in the cars with their parents.

The bus soon arrives. Children that stayed in the car come out. The door opens and everyone enters in a single file line.

Keith still continues to hold onto your hand. He leads you to a seat in the back. Keith has his little sister sit next to the window while he sits next to the walkway.

Soon everyone is on the bus. The bus starts driving off to the next stop. You look at the window, watching as the bus passes by buildings, plants, etc. At one point, you see a dog, a golden retriever out the window.

You tug on Keith's sleeve. "Keith look! It's a dog!"

Keith looks over, seeing it. The golden retriever is just barking at the bus. It's tail wags and its ears are perked up. It stands on a long driveway of a big house.

Keith smiles at the sight. "It is a dog!", he exclaims.

You giggle, "I want a dog!"

"Maybe we can ask mommy when we get home."

"Yeah!"

bAt the school/b

After an hour or so, the bus finally arrives at the school. Children in the bus get out in a single file line.

Keith looks at his little sister, "We're going to find your room first okay?"

You nod in agreement.

Keith holds onto your hand again. He looks at the papers that were given to him. Written on the papers are room numbers for their homeroom, math, and PE classes. Keith walks with you to where your homeroom first.

Keith looks at the room number then at the paper to make sure it's the right room. "Ok. Your room is here."

"Do I have to go in now, Keith?", you pout.

Keith gives you a sympathetic smile. "Yeah. Don't worry, though. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends like you did in Georgia! I'll see you at lunch and recess! Ok?"

You slowly nod before hugging Keith tightly. Keith hugs you back.

In a few seconds, the both of you let go of each other. Then, the two of you head off into your classrooms.

bKeith's Class/b

Keith sits at a table with three other kids. He looks at the three kids having a conversation but excluding in. The three kids seem to not notice that he's there even though they just introduced themselves.

Keith sighs, looking at his drawing. In multiple colors, a family shows on the paper: a dad, mom, and two children. He wishes so badly for things to go back to normal. He can feel that he doesn't fit in here. He's a pariah; the lonely one who will always be left out.

bYour Class/b

"My name is, (y/n) (l/n)! I'm ummm.." you count your fingers, "Six years old! I just moved here from Georgia with my big brother and mommy!"

"Georgia? Wow!"

"You have a cool accent! It's like you're a cowgirl!"

"Why did you move here?"

"Why are you so small?"

"Hey! I'm not short!", you pout, crossing your arms.

Your teacher, Mr. Sanchez, chuckles. "Alright. No questions. We need to get to everyone else."

bEnd of the Day/b

You and Keith are back home from school with a nanny. Your mom is currently working. She's a pharmacist. She usually comes home after a few hours.

Currently, you and Keith are watching Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. You squeal at a scene where Spirit kicks a cougar that was about to eat two foals. Spirit is a yellow mustang horse with a black mane and tail. Brown surrounds part of his muscle and near the hooves.

You and Keith have probably watched it at least a hundred times since your parents brought the DVD home. It's your most favorite movie. "Keith Keith! Did you see that? Did you see what Spirit did?"

Keith chuckles and nods. "I did! I did see it! That was amazing!"

You giggle while you jump up and down. "Come on, Keith!"

Keith walks over to you and grabs your hands into his. He starts jumping up and down with you, laughing.

bThe First Time Seeing Him Again/b

It's been an entire year since you and Keith have seen your dad. A year can be a long time. Especially to the both of you. That year was so long that you forgot what your dad even looked like. Ever since you've forgotten, you've always wondered what he looked like. There were no pictures on the walls. No picture books. No pictures on desks or counters. Not even shelves or nightstands. There was nothing to help you remember what your dad looks like.

However, Keith remembers. He remembers clear as day. He would try to explain to you what he looks like as best as he can. However, a kid as young as him only has so much vocabulary. There isn't enough detail to fully explain what he looks like. Even if he does know more vocabulary, you aren't able to understand any or most of it anyways. You use your imagination to see what your dad looks like.

Today is the day that you'll see him. A year or more has passed since then. Your hands and cheek are pressed around the cold window. If you pulled away, there would be prints of your hands and cheek. You sit on a baby seat, almost bouncing up and down in excitement. You can't wait to see him again.

Keith doesn't know if he should be angry or happy about this situation. You and Keith's dad left for an entire year. There was no phone call or texts to see how the both of you are doing. Well, as far as he knows anyway. That is no excuse, though.

Not only that but you and Keith's mom was depressed for a while. Keith remembers the days where he would walk to his mom's room because of a nightmare and she would be sobbing. He remembers the days where it was only you, him, and the nanny playing in the house while both of your mom was in her room.

Keith also blames both of your dad for you not playing the piano. You stopped playing once the three of you moved. Your mom stopped listening to you play, so you stopped playing. Keith misses watching you, though. He misses listening to the melodic sounds of the piano pieces you play. Even if it was Think of Me over and over again.

Keith's dark eyes drift over to you once he hears you gasp. He hears words leave your mouth, "Is that him, mommy?"

The door turns towards the right before making an abrupt stop. Keith can see the person who stands next to the car with a huge luggage. It was him alright. Yours and Keith's dad. He has (e/c) eyes and (h/c), (length of hair), hair. He seems to be the same weight as before. He, of course, is the same height as always.

The backdoor opens. A large thud, indicating that the large luggage is in the car. Afterward, the backdoor closes. After a few seconds, the passenger's door opens then closes.

"How was your flight?"

"It was good."

"That's good.."

The rest of the car ride is silent. You are scared to say something so you keep your mouth shut. However, Keith didn't feel like saying anything. He doesn't have anything to say.

bTwo Years Later/b

You glare at your mom. "Why? I don't understand. Why are we moving? My friends are here! Ellie is here! She's my best friend!"

Your mom sighs, frowning, "It'll be closer to family. They're too far away from here and it's just a hassle having to drive up there all the time."

"But we're only thirty minutes to an hour away! That's not a long drive!"

"(Y/n). People are already looking at the house and I bought a home. Besides, you'll be seeing your cousin, Mya. You and Keith will be going to the same school as her."

"But what about Ellie?", tears start to form in your eyes. You didn't want to move. You didn't want to be away from Ellie. You wanted to go to the same school as her. After all, the both of you are best friends.

Keith watches the conversation from the couch in the living room. He didn't care himself if they moved. He didn't make any friends. He didn't have someone to call a "best friend." However, he did want you to be happy. Even though you make friends easily, you don't want to lose the friendships you have now. Keith doesn't know how that feels personally, but he does know that you'll be sad.

Keith knows it's too late to change both yours and his mom's mind. With that, he'll be there to comfort you. He'll try to help you keep your friendships. But the word try can have no meaning if it doesn't work at times like these. If betting won't help save friendships, perhaps it'll make new ones instead. Deeper than the ones you have now.

I will try to keep your friendships alive (y/n). If not then, make new ones and make deeper bonds with them.