of parents picking their kids up. I remember helping my Mama out at the center, I helped her out on naptime for the toddlers, I helped her give snacks to kids(and reminding her of who's allergic to what), there was even a time I got a kid unstuck from the swingset, she’s spoiled to the bone though.
“Ok I’ll help, what does she look like to be exact?” I asked, I figured it should be easy for me.
“Well,” he took off his cap, revealing that he had dyed his hair strawberry blonde, and chestnut brown roots growing out. “Her hair looks like this,” he points to his hair “uh, she has the same eyes like me, and she wears leather gloves. Oh! She has dirt smudges on her face.”. I thought about it, and nodded. The boy smiled.
“Ok, I’ll help, you can come with me if ya want.” I said.
“Yes please,” he replied.
He and I went around the outside first, looking at the bushes and the nearby windows. Then we looked at the playground, we had to be careful because some kids were playing. I see the boy asking the kids for his sister’s whereabouts. A few of them shrugged, one stuck their tongue out to him, which he made an annoyed expression at them. He’s growing worried, and so am I. Lastly we got a clue on where she is.
“Oh, that’s your sister? My parents would be mad if I acted like that.” A dainty little girl replied, with a side of disgust in her voice. Her hair is a silky cinnamon brown with ocean blue eyes, she has a top hat with a pearl white ribbon wrapped around it and wears a long black overcoat. She was sitting on the bench drinking apple juice in a small teacup. “She’s at the meadow, hunting for ‘aliens’ again.”She pointed at an open field near the playground, the frost covering the grass looked nice, there were trees and bushes all around, making it look like a forest. “Wouldn’t be surprised if she breaks a leg.” she laughs at the remark. The boy panicked and ran for the meadows.
“Thanks, and learn some manners, you’re gonna need it.” I said to her, she just rolled her eyes and went back to sipping on her cup. I ran and caught up to the boy, he’s looking at something. There was a moth on a blade of grass, simply standing there. Then a bush nearby started to rustle and rustle. Then out of nowhere, a blur of a human jumped out at the moth in an attempt to catch it. There, a small girl with long messy chestnut brown hair was lying on the ground, arms outstretched and ending with gloved hands holding a small glass jar.
WINTER