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Chapter 2
When we last left our tale a being, whom for now shall remain anonymous, had just rung a bell. And as much as we shall she at some time in the near future the consequence of this simple act, in order to truly understand the weight of it we shall have to travel back some years in time. To a somewhat simpler less troubled life.
Jenna skipped, 5 steps at a time down the long stairwell from her flat to the ground level. Turning out she heard voices laughing in the communal courtyard. Or were they crying? It was hard to tell sometimes.
As she drew closer she could hear the voices form words and the words form sentences.
"Gimmi it! No! It's mine! Aurg! leave it alone! No! Get off of it! Please! Just give it back!
The whining annoyance had turned into a begging and then full on sobbing. The owner of it clearly wanted it back and the joke had gone far past a joke by this point. The oldest kid was taunting the tiny boy now, jangling the, small but still-to-big-for-it's-owner, silver chain, which Jenna presumed fastened to become a bracelet of some kind, just out of reach and mocking him. The smaller boy, who really was rather tiny, was getting more and more frustrated tears properly welling up in his eyes, threatening to over throw as he futilely tried to grab the chain And, at the grand old age of 6, Jenna was very capable of telling the difference between right and wrong, fair and unfair, fun and bullying. Her ability didn't stop at being able to tell it. She was also very good at expressing her opinion. And that was why she walked up to the oldest child, put her tiny hands on her tiny hips and looked stonily at the attacker, keeping her gave very level and unwavering she said, quite deliberately,
" I don't know why your botherin'. It not even 'is."
"Who's is it then if it ain't this shrimp's?" the almost pathetic half broken voice replied
"Mine." Jenna knew that she was looking for a black eye if she didn't shut up soon but for some reason she felt herself oddly compelled to help this slightly deranged child.
"Why's 'e cryin' like a baby then miss?"
"'Cos I told him to never ever give it to anyone or I'd do this to 'im." and with that Jenna quickly grabbed his wrist, bit it, then kneed the already wincing teen in the balls.
"Run!" she cried grabbing the bracelet and the child at the same time. Legging it as fast as a six year old can she sprinted to the next street, dragging the bog behind her. Once she felt safely she stopped an handed the bracelet back to the boy.
"Thanks." he muttered then added "That's the first nice thing someone's done for me on this planet..."
" 's ok" Jenna mumbled back, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. The was an awkward silence for a few seconds when no one knew what to say Before Jenna added "I better be going home then..."
"yeah." the boy muttered almost inaudibly. And they both turned to leaved
"wait!" Jenna suddenly called and the boy turned back to face her "what was your name?"
" 's Boo" the boy said before walking off.
Jenna frowned at the odd name but thought nothing more, lots of names around here were a bit weird. As she walked home she couldn't shake the funny feeling that she should have known the boy. He had had a slight lisp, she mused.
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