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A small boy paced the playground, stomping on the soft woodchips in his worn sandals as he held a
stack of cards securely to his chest. His eyes kept darting back and forth at the slides and monkey
bars painted in an array of circus colors. Beautiful and entertaining, but intimidating to the lanky
boy who stood as an ant in comparison. Sighing, the child came at a halt to a wooden border, placing
the stack carefully down next to a taller figure.
"Oh, hello, Ryan. Finally letting down your Pok?mon cards?" a sweet voice soothed.
"Um, well, I was just wonderin' if Mrs. Rogers could um, keep an eye on them..and stuff," the boy
finished awkwardly as he kept his eyes on his shuffling feet.
"Of course, I will! Now, go on and have fun with the others kids, Ryan," the teacher said good
naturedly as she placed her hands on her orange clothed hips.
"Oh, uh, yes m'am!" The boy startled, sprinting off back to the main land after secretly swiping a
card from the top of the stack.
Skidding to a halt, the boy stealthily placed his hand in the pocket of his hoodie, not letting go
of the card in his grasp. Momentarily, he stood in awe at the metal jungle in front of him, a sudden
voice bursting him out of his bubble soon after.
"Woah!! Is that a Charizard?!" a child's voice squeaked through the brisk air.
"Wha-Oh, um..." Ryan stalled as he reached out his hand. "Yes," he finished in response to the
blonde boy grinning back at him.
"Can I hold it?!"
"Uh, well, it's, um, kind of pewsenal. I don't let other people see it," Ryan replied shyly, keeping
his voice to audible whisper.
"Oh...well, okays, then! I'm Spencer by the way!" the other boy replied enthusiastically causing
Ryan to stare in shock at his charisma.
"Hi Ryan! Wanna go sliding with me?"
"Oh-okay," Ryan replied meekly before being dragged away by his hand.
The boy pulled Ryan towards the ominous looking blue plastic slide. "Come on Ryan!"
The boy giggled as he starting scrambling up the slide, blonde hair flopping in his face. Ryan
glanced over at the ladder that was intended for getting to the top of the slide. "I don't think
we're supposed to be going up this way.." he said nervously.
"Come on, Ryan, don't be such a chicken!" Spencer taunted from the top of the playground.
Ryan's lip trembled. He was not a chicken! Apprehensively, he stepped onto the bottom of the
slide. The plastic was slippery beneath his sneakered feet. Ryan's sweaty hands, still holding his
precious card, gripped the edges of the slide and he carefully inched his way up. He'd almost made
it when he found himself looking down. The expanse of blue plastic below seemed to stretch for
miles. Ryan broke out into a cold sweat and felt himself slipping slowly. "Here take my hand!"
His companion yelled reaching towards him.
Ryan stretched one hand and clasped Spencer's chubby one. Hesitating, Ryan looked up into
Spencer's smiling face. Deciding there was nothing else to do but reach out and trust he'd find
Spencer's other hand, he did just that. Spencer's hand grabbed onto his, holding up for a moment
before letting go. Ryan fell and slid downwards, his hands now empty. Staring up through rapidly
filling eyes, Ryan saw Spencer laugh victoriously, holding Ryan's Charizard card. Ryan slid down
and off the slide, landing in the dust on his backside. With the added affect of his new injuries,
he began to cry. Through his tears, Ryan noted a pair of scuffed Power Rangers sneakers standing in
front of him. Ryan peeked up through his bangs to see a dark haired boy with red glasses staring
down at him. "Are you okay?" The boy asked.
Ryan shook his head sadly. "He stole my Charizard!" He sniffed.
"You have a Charizard?" The boy asked, eyes wide behind his glasses.
Ryan nodded shyly. "Who stoled it?" the boy inquired.
"Sp- Spencer," Ryan replied.
"Oh," the boy said simply, walking away.
Ryan sat, confused for a few seconds, before standing and wiping his eyes with a sleeve. He
walked forlornly over to a swing and sat. He kicked his feet, staring at the ground. His Charizard
was his favorite thing in the whole world. He never let it out of his sight, and now that stupid
Spencer had it! Recess was almost over and Ryan had shed a few more tears when he saw the boy's
Power Ranger shoes walking towards him again. He looked up and saw the other boy's eye was bruised
and his lip was swollen and bleeding. Ryan's eyes widened as the boy smiled at him. "Here," he
said, pushing the prized card back into Ryan's hand.
"You got it for me?" Ryan asked disbelievingly.
His companion smiled with his too large mouth and Ryan promptly leapt off his swing and tackled
the boy with a hug, laughing delightedly. The boys tumbled on the ground for a moment before they
heard the teachers calling for the end of recess. They stood up and the red glasses boy turned
around. "My name's Brendon," he announced with another ridiculously wide smile.
"I'm Ryan," Ryan replied shyly.
"Are- Are we friends now, Brendon?"
"Yeah!" Brendon told him decisively. "Best friends."
Ryan felt a small smile grow on his face and followed his new friend inside. They sat down on the
colorful rug as the teacher prepared for story time. "Once upon a time..." the teacher began and
Ryan smiled and felt a hand clasp around his. He had a friend. A best friend. He sighed happily
and gazed out the window, tuning out the teacher's ridiculous fairytale. Reality was way better.
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