Little eight-year-old Calliope Torres was walking to the swings on the school's playground.
Her best friend was in detention for sneaking candy into class, so she didn't exactly have anybody to stay with at the recess.
She figured that the swings wouldn't be such a lonely place. Oh boy, was she wrong.
The swing set was fairly far from the rest of the playground. It was old, dusty, and it creaks under pressure, so nobody dared to go there. She had, unfortunately, forgotten all about that.
Sighing a little, she was about to go back to the slide and play with that annoying girl with blond pigtails calling herself 'Izz', when she spotted something odd.
There was someone on the swing set.
OH GOD, someone was swinging on the set.
NOBODY plays on the swing.
She had wanted to play so hard on it today, but she figured that it wouldn't be cool alone, but now that she had a playmate, they could have fun!
She quickly ran to the person sitting on the swing, who was not even moving.
It was a small, blond-haired girl. She looked younger than her, probably four or something, but Callie didn't mind. She has her little sister, Aria, who is three, and she doesn't mind playing with her.
The little girl looked really sad. Her head was hung low; her shoulders were slightly shaking, and she sniffing from time to time.
Callie frowned. She wanted this to be fun, not sad. She doesn't like sadness.
She approached the little girl, and sat on the other seat beside her.
"Hey!" She said cheerfully, trying to catch her attention.
And that she did. The little girl lifted her head and looked at her, smiling sadly, tears staining her cheeks.
She hastily wiped them away and grinned a toothless smile. She had the front two teeth gone.
"Hi..." She said shyly, but it was clear that she wanted to talk because she was still looking at Callie.
"My name is Calliope. What's yours?"
"'Zona."
"Your name is 'Zona?"
"No... Aw-Awi-zona."
"Oh! Arizona!" Callie smiled at her brightly. It was somewhat sad that the small girl had trouble with pronunciation. When she was four, she was able to speak flawlessly.
"Yeah..." The small girl, now known as Zona, smiled at her again. "Hi... Ca-callee-calleeo-"
"Hey, it's okay. You can call me Callie."
"Callie is okay."
"Why are you here alone?"
"No fwiends..."
"Aww... Why?"
"They s-say I'm weiwd. Cuz I s-said dat Lea is pwetty." As she said that, she pointed at a small girl who was running around, screaming, like every other kid.
She was, in fact, pretty.
"Why did they you're weird? She is pretty."
"Cuz she giwl, and me giwl too."
"Oh. I think it's alright. I find her pretty too. And you're also really pretty." She looked down at her and smiled, hoping to help her regain confidence in herself. Her dad always said that confidence is the best thing a person could have, and it is even more precious than any other possession. She thinks that it is true.
Zona blushed a deep shade of red and looked to the ground, fidgeting with her hands. She was, obviously, not very used to being complimented. Callie couldn't see why. She was smart, cute and sweet. How could someone not like her?
"Thank-k you... Callie. You pwetty too."
Callie smiled, got up from her seat, and starting pushing the smaller girl, higher and higher, while she was laughing hysterically, enjoying her new friend.
Callie didn't understand. How could people not like such a sweet, delicate little girl, who obviously needed some help to open up? Well, she was definitely going to make sure that she doesn't have to need help anymore.
Hey! Sorry for the long wait! So this is a sort of Calzona AU where they met in kindergarten. Arizona was just starting to realize that she likes girls and I have a headcanon in which she couldn't speak properly as a child. Anw, hope you like this. Sorry or the really unoriginal plot of last chapter.
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