Extra Scroll One: Little Robin

5-year-old Robin Sena woke up one early May morning and knew that today was going to be an exciting day. She got out of bed, pulled on her favorite pair of blue overalls, and brushed her hair back into two braids. She then walked into the kitchen, where her mother was making breakfast.

"Mommie, today is going to be an exciting day! I just know it!" Robin informed her mother, as she slid into the brown kitchen chair.

"That's nice dear. After you eat some breakfast, I'll give you some money, and you can go outside and play," her mother remarked, sliding bacon, eggs, and toast onto Robin's plate.

After eating and getting money from her mother, Robin walked outside, unlocked her bike, and set forth towards the park. Robin rode three blocks to the local park, only to find that the black iron gates where closed and locked. Robin found a paper sign taped to the front, and she looked at it long and hard.

"Oh, if only I knew how to read!" Robin sighed, as she turned away from the park, to find somewhere else to play. Robin road her bike along a deserted road for about three miles, before she turned onto the main road.

"There's way to much trafic on this road..." Robin whispered to herself. "I'll never get across..." Robin turned away from the main road and headed for a less-travled road.

Robin finally turned onto a street, with large shade trees on each side, and a black iron fence around a brown building. Robin road up to the building, to get a closer look.

"That place looks scary. I'd better hope that I never have to go to there ever," Robin whispered to herself, or so she though.

"Just consider yourself lucky..." remarked a dull voice from Robin's left. Robin turned around, looking for the voice sorce.

"W-who's there?" Robin whispered, fear in her voice. A 15-year-old Amon jumped down from a tree-branch, and Robin shrunk back. "Who are you?"

"People call me Amon, and nothing else," Amon remarked. "And surly such an angle as yourself must have an angelic name. What is it?"

"Robin..." Robin whispered. "Robin Sena. I'm five and three-halfs." Robin said the last part louder, pulling herself up to her full height. Amon laughed a bubbly laugh that didn't seem to suit his black exterior.

"Well, Lady Sena! Are you lost?" Amon asked, as he started to climb over the iron fence. Robin looked around her, and slowly nodded her head. Amon jumped down onto the other side of the fence.

"Well then, we had better get you home then!" Amon remarked, picking up Robin's bike as if it where a bag of sugar. "Tell me then, Robin, where do you live?"

"578 West Wayward Lane, Spring-Dale Appartments, door number 135!" Robin reported, sounding like a record.

"The Spring-Dale Appartments?" Amon repeated.

"Yep! I've lived there for most of all of my life!" Robin giggled cheerfully. "Why? Do you know where they are?"

"Sure I do, I was just wondering how in the world that you ened up infront of the S.T.N.-J., when you live on the other side of the main road. Did you cross it?" Amon asked as they started walking.

"I saw a road, but there was to many people on it, so I went and crossed somewhere else," Robin told him, looking at her pink cow-girl boots. "Amon? What is that building?"

"Hm? What building?" Amon asked, looking around at the buildings in the city.

"That brown building, the one with the black iron fence around it, and you where in the tree inside of it," Robin described.

"Oh, that. You don't want to know about that building," Amon whispered.

"What does S.T.N.-J. stand for?" Robin went on.

"Nothing. Just forget about it," Amon remarked, as they walked past Robin's local park.

"This is my local park," Robin told him. Amon looked over at the sign taped to the front of the gates.

"It's closed for cleaning," Amon told her, reading off of the sign.

"Oh, I didn't know that because I can't read yet. I haven't started school yet," Robin told him, as they walked into Robin's appartment building.

"Really? What floor do you live on?"

"The first floor! The first floor!" Robin chanted, marching towards her appartment. An appartment door flung open, and Robin's mother came running out, and embraced her daughter.

"Oh, Hope! There you are!" she cried into Robin's shoulder. "I was so worried!"

"I found her outside my work. I figured that she looked lost, so I brought her back here," Amon informed her.

"Oh, thank you! Won't you come in for some tea?" Ms. Sena offered the young teen.

"Thanks. I'd love to!" Amon agreed, and the three of them walked into the small appartment. Ms. Sena served them tea in pink cups, and they sat on the sofa.

"Where do you work?" Ms. Sena asked.

"I work at S.T.N.-J.," Amon whispered. Ms. Sena coughed.

"Sorry. Hope, what where you doing over there? That's on the other side of the main road!" Ms. Sena yelled at her daughter. The phone rang, and Ms. Sena got up to answer it.

"Hope?" Amon whispered to Robin. "I thought that you said that your name was Robin."

"I don't like that name," Robin whispered, dumping her tea into a potted plant.

"Well, I don't like that name, either," Amon agreed. "I like Robin much better." Ms. Sena walked back to the two of them.

"Well, thank you for the tea, Mrs. Sena, but I really must be going," Amon remarked pressing his cup into Ms. Sena's hands, and walking out of the appartment.

Later that night, Robin sat up in her room, wroking with her recored diary.

"May third," She started. "Dear Diary, Today, I just felt that something exciting was going to happen! And it did! I rode my bike to the park, but it was closed. So, I road on, and came to the main road. I didn't cross there, but I crossed at a less-populated road. I came to this nice, park-like road, with large shade-trees on each side, a black iron fence srounding a brown building.

"It looked pretty scary. I said that I never hope that I have to go there, because it scared me that much! Then, I meet this cute guy named Amon. He looked really scary, but he turned out to be pretty nice, once I got to know him. Amon took me home, and my mommie was pretty upset. She probally thought that I had been kidnapped.

"Amon told me that he liked the name Robin, rather than Hope. Isn't that just so cute? I hope that I can find Amon again sometime. Love, Hope."

Robin backed up over her signing out, and recored over it again. "Love Robin."

It takes one to know one

-Extra Scroll One End-

Um... okay... here's a cute little WHR story! I know that it can't be true, as Robin grew up in Italy, but I still think that it's cute! Love ya' lots if you review!

Jewles