PROLOGUE // THEN
The air was sticky and humid, yet oddly pleasant, as the bright stringy rays of sunshine peeked gently from out of within the clouds and shone ever so naturally across the horizon, reflecting gracefully across the metal components of the massive colorful playground as an array of children laughed, squealed and chattered aimlessly without a care beneath the beautiful stretch of blue above their imaginative heads.
A short and stout little girl clambered around the plastic steps to the twin slides, heaving her chubby little legs with slight difficulty as her small hands fisted at the sides of her frock as sudden spurts of gentle wind blew about, threatening to cause her sunny frock to billow about her willowy frame.
She heaved a breath as she smiled victoriously to herself, standing before the seat of the slide as she stared down at the cheerful red plastic. She contemplated whether to take the red one or the yellow one to her journey back down into the pit of woodchips with her feet steadily placed atop the ground several feet beneath her, which was also where the two girls she wanted to impress stood happily. The two girls had never passed a day without sliding down the swirly red slide; the slide that she had yet to conquer.
She stood on the very tips of her nimble toes and peered down at the two girls who were dressed in pretty pastel dresses, and she quickly swallowed her second thoughts and sudden fears as their boisterous laughter wafted through the sticky air, landing tauntingly against the delicate curves of her ear.
Then, she sat herself down on the red slide, earning a few sudden looks from her classmates for no one had ever dared go before the adventurous twins. Her hands gripped the plastic hills of the slide and she inhaled audibly as her heart thud, thud, and thudded beneath her small chest. And suddenly, as if an unknown force had merely tapped her on the back, her small frame went flying down the red swirly slide, and she could have sworn that her life had flashed before her eyes.
A mixture of laughter and squeals and screams and cries rippled from her voice box and sounded from beneath her lips, earning the attention of nearly half the playground at that moment. The sticky air rushed up her nose and she immediately parted her lips, mindlessly swallowing deep breaths of air for she could barely keep up with properly inhaling through her small nose.
As the multitude of brown woodchips came into her line of vision, her heart rate slowed down but the squeals continued erupting from her mouth, and she breathlessly landed on the woodchip-blanketed ground with an audible oof and a helpless groan as her arms splayed out on either side of her with the right side of her face planted into the ground, and most humiliating of all; her knees squished beneath her as the back of her frock rose upwards, unwillingly showing off her pink panties plastered with a pattern of smiley faces.
As her teacher ceased grading the kids' vocabulary quizzes and scrambled off of the green metal park bench to assist her, one of the twins let out a snort of amusement; followed by the other; followed by her friend; followed by his friend; followed by her friend; followed by nearly half of the playground. She frowned despite herself as she gripped her teacher's hand, ignoring the concerned questions which flew from beneath her pink lips, resulting in a cycle of dizzying nods.
She brushed the woodchips from off of her scraped and stubby knees before brushing the pads of her chubby fingers across her right cheek, running them over the indents of the chips atop her pink skin. The little girl who merely wanted impress two older girls shakily made her way around the playground, avoiding her classmates' cheeky grins and pointed stares, pretending as if everything were normal.
She did feel a bit of regret for hurting herself rather than having everything go according to plan and impressing the older twins, and while the embarrassment and humiliation was clearly evident through her hidden green eyes, she smiled and giggled quietly to herself as she jumped, perching atop a swing and gripping the metal chains, staring into oblivion with a smile etched atop her moist lips.
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The Outlandish Adventures of Buttface and Egghead
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