RainbowChipsette

A 5 year old named Max cried, as he was laughed up by kids his age. He cried because it hurt when he fell over, he cried because he was being bullied, and he cried because he didn’t know why everybody was so mean to him. Eventually, when the kids got bored with his reaction, they left him alone, yet he didn’t have it yet to bring himself up from the dirt. That’s when the scenario he knew so well changed. He got approached by a kid named Ryan, whom he recognised from their kindergarten group. Ryan helped him up, and asked if he was okay. Nobody ever did that for him before, not even the teachers or his parents. Ryan and Max were seemingly different kids, but they were both loners, and as it soon turned out, they got along very well. ~~~~~~~ Two 7 year olds stood in front of a school, on what was supposed to be their first day, and they were really close to running late. Max was paralyzed with fear. Fear of what could happen. Fear of the very real possibility that their classmates

I felt myself slowly start to wake up. Ugh, I hate waking up, it hurts and it’s really cold and ugh. All my barely not asleep mind can think is that it wants it to stop and go back to warm sleep. That actually sounds like a good idea, let’s do that. Except the cold harsh world had other plans, I felt being nudged by something and a familiar voice saying “Hey, wake up,” or some silly thing like that. I rolled to my side, covered myself with that warm thing over me more and let out a grumbling noise. “Umm, seriously, you might wanna wake up for that.” The voice repeated. The voice I now recognised as my sister. Maybe. 65% sure it was her. “Ugh, you won’t have to go to school today, but seriously, please, I can’t skip uni today, I have exams...” Okay, 72% sure it was my sister. Slowly but surely, I started movement that was vaguely taking into a non-sleeping pose, turning towards the speaker. I let out another noise that was meant to communicate I really didn’t want to go into the cold