Younglings

George Harrison.

1950
Georges pov.

I watched as a girl walked around playing with her friends. I smiled.

I have friends but there's just something about her I can't explain.

I ran to my bag and pulled out my chocolate milk my dad brought me this morning.
I smiled mistiviouly.

I peeked over the door seeing her walk by.

I ran over and bumped into her sending my chocolate milk all over her.

I was trying so hard not to laugh.
She had her mouth open.
She looked so shocked.

She looked at me. I looked back at her, I couldn't help but slowly startto smile.
She held her arms up.
She sniffled three times but then she cried.
"Come on I'm sorry."
I said.
"This-this was a-a new d-ress.."
Soon our teacher Mrs Evans came out with a wet cloth dabbing her dress.
"George! Say sorry to Polly straight away!"
I frowned. But thought hmm Polly that's a nice name.
"I-im sorry Polly for spilling my chocolate milk on your new dress."
She sniffled and looked at me.
"T-t-thats ok George..."
She sighed.
She was about to take off but I had one more thing to say.
"Now you say sorry for bumping Into me! That was my chocolate milk!"
Polly looked at me for a while, she started laughing.
I joined in.