"Hey I'm not stupid, it's not my fault you fell over the hill." An unfamiliar voice said. I turned toward the sound and stood face to face with the dark haired boy. I stumbled back, syrprised he was that close.
I was suddenly outraged and angrily took a few steps back.
"Hey, Dustin, why are you running away? I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you-" He couldn't finish his sentence because after taking my final steps back I ran forward at a speed I bet Olympic runners would be impressed with, and tackled him.
We both rolled around wrestling for a while. But of course I was the weaker one with my small size. He soon had me pinned down beneath him.
"Get off!" I screech, infuriated that this stranger had the upper hand in this situation.
"No." He said simply as he gazed into my green eyes with his blue ones.
"Why?" I asked annoyed.
He smirked. "I like this position; it shows you who's boss."
"Oh yeah?" I said with a suspicious smile playing on my features.
"Yeah," He smirked deepened.
"Well you won't be in that position for long." I hinted devilishly.
"Why is that?" He inquired.
"Cause of this." I shot my hands upwards and began tickling him on the stomach. He couldn't help but laugh, his grip loosened before he completely collapsed on me. With a grunt, and a quick shove of my hands had him pinned below me, he stopped laughing. He was now frowning, but I only smirk.
"Now I'm the boss! How do you like being in that position now!"
His frown subsides and his smirk returns, "I'm perfectly fine with being on the bottom." I moaned, annoyed. There was no winning with this kid was there?
"Where are you?! Me and your mom are waiting!" A familiar voice called. My Dad. His voice was filled with concern and frustration and I knew that meant I would be in trouble later because my father never lets his emotions be revealed through his voice. He said it was a sign of vulnerability.
I glanced up towards he top of the hill to see my dad walking away back towards the car while frantically running his hand through his short blonde hair. I frowned; I had to go home now? I hadn't even gotten to ride my sled! I looked back down at the boy, he was still smirking. Stupid Cootie Infested Boy, I thought.
"Goodbye Dustin. See you again, darling." With that he lightly tugged on the collar of my coat with enough force to pull me down on top of him. Our faces were awkwardly close and I felt blood rush to my cheeks, but I blame the warmth of his breath on my skin for that. He then leaned forward and planted a kiss right smack dab on my cherry red lips.
I froze shocked. With a light shove on my chest, he pushed me off of him. He stood up and brushed the snow off of himself and then ran off in the general direction towards the playground. I just sat there, unnerved.
"Dustin Honey! Daddy and I are getting worried we have to go!" I look up my mom was standing there looking at me with worried eyes. I frowned.
"Hurry up, Dusty!"
I go to find my sled and looked up at the annoyingly large hill. I began making my way up again. My frown plastered to my face.
I kept my grip tight on the sled.
I hadn't even gotten to ride my sled! Today was my day! It was suppose to be filled with fun, and pizza, and Chuck E. the mouse! But I can already tell my day was ruined.
Stupid Cootie Infested Boy.
I continued walking and let my thoughts wander on about him.
"Honey, dear, your friends are waiting! Dustin, please hurry up!" My mom bellowed.
With a sigh, I dropped the subject and concentrated on not falling on my butt in the snow. I continued trudging up the hill.
Trudge, trudge, trudge, stumble.
And then it hit me, how did he know my name?
*This is in the perspective of an 8-year-old, however I wrote it as though she was recounting the experience from her current age. This is not a flashback, not a journal entry, nor is it written by an eight-year-old. Also have an open mind, not all 8-year-olds think at a primary school level, some have intelligence and vocabulary beyond their years.