016- Pidgey
Duck, Duck, Goose!
Children ran and played in the gorgeous field behind the school. There was a big playground in the corner that was equipped with a giant jungle gym. Laughter and joy filled the premises as the teacher walked outside to check on the kids. She saw that one of the kids was by herself. It was a little girl with a brown, soft looking dress and a brown baseball cap on her head that covered her dark brown hair that ended at her jaw-bone. She was sitting by herself on the bench, just watching as her feet swings back and forth on the mulch, making an indent so deep that the rich dark soil under it was unearthed. She did not look sad, but she did not look happy either. This concerned the teacher and she walks up to the little girl and crouches down to look into her eyes.
"Sweetheart... why aren't you playing with the other kids?" she asks simply.
"They don't want to play with me," pouts the girl.
"That's not true," says the teacher. "I bet tons of kids like you. Now why don't you go and play."
"Don't wanna!" whines the girl.
"Ave! Go and play with the other kids!" orders the teacher.
"Fine..." pouts the girl as she jumps off the bench and drudges to a group who is playing Duck, Duck, Goose. One of the kids were going around the circle, tapping the heads of each of the kids. Ave then runs up to them and yells, "GOOSE!"
"That's not how it's played stupid," says one of the kids.
"You're not playing it right!"
"If you don't know how to play then you shouldn't be able to play at all!"
"Go away! You're just messing up the game!"
Ave was forced to walk away to another section of the playground. The playground is cut off from the black top by a section of bushes and a tall tree that was around ten years old, at least. On the other side was a group of kids playing freeze tag, running around the black top, laughing and having a good time. Ave gets a big smile on her face, thinking that they might want to play with her. She then runs up to the first kid she sees and taps them on the shoulder, somewhat forcefully. "TAG!" she yells cheerfully.
"Come on Ave!" groans some of the kids.
"Why can't you ever play the game right!"
"That's not how you do it stupid!"
"Don't you even know how to play tag?"
"You can't play in this game! You're too late!"
"You should have at least asked!"
"Just go away!"
"FINE!!" yells Ave at the top of her lungs. Everyone on the playground looks at her as tears grow in her eyes and start to spill over the sides. She just sniffles and rubs her eyes as she says, "I didn't want to play with you anyways~!!"
Before anyone else could make fun of her, or tell her how stupid she was, she ran towards the other end of the blacktop where most of the older kids played sometimes, though they were not around now, but it was a favorite hangout because of the giant oak tree that was next to the six foot fence that surrounded the playground. The oak tree had a patch of yellow dirt surrounding it from the multiple feet that trampled it over the years. It had a trunk that was bigger than any of the adults and you could not wrap your arms around the trunk because of how thick it was.
Ave curles up in the giant, above ground roots that were a perfect little squeezing spot for her. She just curls her knees up to her head and buries her face into them. She sniffles quietly to herself, hoping that no one would hear her.
"Tweet-to-weet-do-do-do!" sings something from above her. She looks up to see a little bird looking down at her also, tilting its head in curiosity.
"Tw-eet~?" sings the bird, almost in a question.
"Get away from me!" says Ave angrily. "You don't want to be with me either! I just know it!"
"Do-do tweet-do-te!" coos the bird as it gets closer and closer to Ave.
"SHOO!" yells Ave as she waves her arms around frantically. The bird is startled away, flapping into the sky. Ave watches it as it goes and digs her face into her knees again, trying to hide from the world. There was then a collective flapping of feathers and hollowed out bones from the air. There was cawing and singing and crowing and clucking and squawking and tweeting as a whole flock of different type of birds collect around her in a tight circle. Ave looks around with wide eyes at these mysterious beings.
"twe-tweet-do-do-weet," sings the bird as it hops away from the flock and takes front and center.
"You want to stay with me?" asks Ave, confused at this spectacle. There was a collective agreement from the birds. Slowly, ever so slowly, a happy smile grows on Ave's face that seems to brighten the world to an astonishing degree. A laugh then bubbles up from her stomach, entering her heart and escaping through her mouth, amplifying the happiness of the flock of birds and the girl.
Ave then gets off the ground, brushes off the dirt from her fluffy brown dress and her bright yellow bag and places her hands on her hips, going on her tip toes for a second to increase the energy of the pose. Her smile seems to grow wider with each passing second.
"Okay..." says Ave as she thinks of a second. "Let's play follow the leader!"
"Sweetheart... why aren't you playing with the other kids?" she asks simply.
"They don't want to play with me," pouts the girl.
"That's not true," says the teacher. "I bet tons of kids like you. Now why don't you go and play."
"Don't wanna!" whines the girl.
"Ave! Go and play with the other kids!" orders the teacher.
"Fine..." pouts the girl as she jumps off the bench and drudges to a group who is playing Duck, Duck, Goose. One of the kids were going around the circle, tapping the heads of each of the kids. Ave then runs up to them and yells, "GOOSE!"
"That's not how it's played stupid," says one of the kids.
"You're not playing it right!"
"If you don't know how to play then you shouldn't be able to play at all!"
"Go away! You're just messing up the game!"
Ave was forced to walk away to another section of the playground. The playground is cut off from the black top by a section of bushes and a tall tree that was around ten years old, at least. On the other side was a group of kids playing freeze tag, running around the black top, laughing and having a good time. Ave gets a big smile on her face, thinking that they might want to play with her. She then runs up to the first kid she sees and taps them on the shoulder, somewhat forcefully. "TAG!" she yells cheerfully.
"Come on Ave!" groans some of the kids.
"Why can't you ever play the game right!"
"That's not how you do it stupid!"
"Don't you even know how to play tag?"
"You can't play in this game! You're too late!"
"You should have at least asked!"
"Just go away!"
"FINE!!" yells Ave at the top of her lungs. Everyone on the playground looks at her as tears grow in her eyes and start to spill over the sides. She just sniffles and rubs her eyes as she says, "I didn't want to play with you anyways~!!"
Before anyone else could make fun of her, or tell her how stupid she was, she ran towards the other end of the blacktop where most of the older kids played sometimes, though they were not around now, but it was a favorite hangout because of the giant oak tree that was next to the six foot fence that surrounded the playground. The oak tree had a patch of yellow dirt surrounding it from the multiple feet that trampled it over the years. It had a trunk that was bigger than any of the adults and you could not wrap your arms around the trunk because of how thick it was.
Ave curles up in the giant, above ground roots that were a perfect little squeezing spot for her. She just curls her knees up to her head and buries her face into them. She sniffles quietly to herself, hoping that no one would hear her.
"Tweet-to-weet-do-do-do!" sings something from above her. She looks up to see a little bird looking down at her also, tilting its head in curiosity.
"Tw-eet~?" sings the bird, almost in a question.
"Get away from me!" says Ave angrily. "You don't want to be with me either! I just know it!"
"Do-do tweet-do-te!" coos the bird as it gets closer and closer to Ave.
"SHOO!" yells Ave as she waves her arms around frantically. The bird is startled away, flapping into the sky. Ave watches it as it goes and digs her face into her knees again, trying to hide from the world. There was then a collective flapping of feathers and hollowed out bones from the air. There was cawing and singing and crowing and clucking and squawking and tweeting as a whole flock of different type of birds collect around her in a tight circle. Ave looks around with wide eyes at these mysterious beings.
"twe-tweet-do-do-weet," sings the bird as it hops away from the flock and takes front and center.
"You want to stay with me?" asks Ave, confused at this spectacle. There was a collective agreement from the birds. Slowly, ever so slowly, a happy smile grows on Ave's face that seems to brighten the world to an astonishing degree. A laugh then bubbles up from her stomach, entering her heart and escaping through her mouth, amplifying the happiness of the flock of birds and the girl.
Ave then gets off the ground, brushes off the dirt from her fluffy brown dress and her bright yellow bag and places her hands on her hips, going on her tip toes for a second to increase the energy of the pose. Her smile seems to grow wider with each passing second.
"Okay..." says Ave as she thinks of a second. "Let's play follow the leader!"
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