Flash Back

December 1992

I sat there, with my Barbie dolls on either hand of mine. Barbie was on my right hand, while Kent was on my other. I was just playing around with them, like I’ve been doing for a while now this month. I’m Blair, I’m five almost six, and my birthday is in five days. I’m in first grade. I’m sitting on the grass of my yard. I don’t have a ton of people living here on my street who are my age. There ‘s this one boy who lives next door to me. He’s actually out side right now. He keeps on hitting stupid plastic golf balls on to my lawn, and his dad is out here too, mowing the lawn and doesn’t seem to even care about what he‘s doing. My mom told me about that boy’s name. I think its Bryan. I don’t remember names well, but I don’t like him, he annoys me a lot. The Bryan kid’s dad stopped with the lawn and looked at his sun as he hit another golf ball at my lard.

“Ryan.” His dad stated. Oh so that’s the kids name. Ryan hit one more ball over and looked up at his dad.

“Yeah?” He asked

“Stop bothering the poor girl.” His dad insisted.

“Ok. Once his dad looked away from him he started hitting the balls again. Stop it! Why does he do this to me? I tried my best to ignore him but he kept on looking at me and hitting the balls at me. He’s never going to stop. I looked at the sidewalk as some old person was walking with a boy my age. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and looked really pretty. The Ryan kid even stopped to look. The old guy and kid walked over to Ryan’s dad. The older guy started to talk to him as the guy with the pretty eyes looked at Ryan and me. Ryan looked at his direction and still hit the golf ball. The ball came and hit me on my shoulder. Ouch, that hurt! I stood up still holding my Barbie doll and walked up to that Ryan kid. He looked at me confused.

“Why did you hit me?” I asked mad.

“I didn’t hit you.” He said back. Yes he did, he hit me on my arm and it hurt a lot, he doesn’t even say sorry!

“Yes you did!” I yelled pushing him the strongest I possibly could, Ryan stumbled back wards, but didn’t fall. He looked mad at me doing that and pushed me back. I fell down and scrapped my elbow on the cement. I started to cry right away. I pulled my self up my elbow was hurting a lot so I yelled my moms name and ran into my house. I found my mom in the living room cleaning up. I was still crying and screaming as I pointed to my elbow. My mom stopped cleaning and looked at the scratch.

“Sweetie what happened?” My mommy asked picking me up and bringing me to the kitchen, she placed me on the counter top as she pulled out a box of Band-Aids.

“That boy next door pushed me.” I said still crying. My mom sighed and put the Band-Aid on me, picking me up again.

“Do you want me to go and talk to his daddy?” I nodded holding a tight grip on to her. She walked out side with me.

“George!” My mom called. Ryan’s dad looked at me mommy, walking to him, holding me. Ryan was standing next to his daddy too. Ryan’s daddy sighed.

“Again, Martha, I’m very sorry. I don’t know why Ryan is doing this. We’ll pay you back for the Barbie too. Ryan’s really sorry, right Ryan?” Ryan looked at his daddy, but didn’t say anything. I thought he said he was sorry. Why didn’t he say anything?

Ryan’s POV

Blair ran home after I pushed her down. Finally she left. I spotted her Barbie doll on the floor. That would be funny if I broke it. I picked it up and pulled the head off of it and threw it on Blair’s yard. My dad looked at me fast.

“Ryan get over here!” My dad said in that scary voice of his. I came to him right away. “What did you do Ryan?” My dad asked looking way from the guy he was talking to. The other boy was giving me a weird look.

“I didn’t do anything. She pushed me first.” I asked back. My dad looked even madder.

“You pushed her?” he asked.

“Sorta.” I answered back.

“Did you just break her Barbie?”

“Yeah.” I said back to my dad quietly. He looked mad at me like he does when eve I did something wrong. I’m already six years old; I don’t want to be around a little five-year-old girl who cries a lot. My dad told me to come over to him. I didn't notice my dad stopped mowing the lawn. I went to my dad like he asked. I looked again at the brown haired kid that was near the old guy. He looks about my age. He looked at me too.

“George!” Some ladies voice yelled. I looked at who said that. It looks like Blair's mom. She was holding Blair with her. My dad put his hand on my shoulder. Oh no I'm in trouble now. I heard my dad sigh.

“Again, Martha, I’m very sorry. I don’t know why Ryan is doing this. We’ll pay you back for the Barbie too. Ryan’s really sorry, right Ryan?" I looked up at my dad as he gave me a look. Not really, she's annoying; I didn't say anything in response to that. Blair's mom walked over to my dad and me.

"Don't worry about it." he mom looked at the other boy. "Who's this?" She bent down and put Blair down. She was at our eye level. My dad and the other guy looked at her. Blair was giving me a mad look.

"Spencer, I just moved across the street."

"Well Spencer, if you need anyone to play with Blair and Ryan are over on this side of the street."

"Oh, thank you." Spencer looked at me with a smile. I waved lightly at him. Blair's mom stood back up and started talking to my dad a long with the other guy.

"Hi Spencer, I think you have really pretty eyes." Blair said to Spencer with a cute little girl voice. How come Blair never says things to me like that? Spencer smiled even more than before and I saw a bit of red come to his cheeks.

"Thanks."

I gave Blair another mad look.

"Where did you live before?" I asked Spencer. He looked at his shoes, as Blair gave me another look.

"Denver."

"Where?" Blair asked for me.

"Colorado." Blair and I gave him a confused look. Spencer looked up at both of us. Where’s Colorado, I know it's somewhere but is it close to Las Vegas? "It's really far." He added. "Are you two friends?" Blair and I looked at each other with a grossed out look on our face.

"Ewe, Ryan’s got cooties!" Blair yelled not looking at me. I do not have cooties! What are cooties anyway, and how do you get them? "I'm going home, bye Spencer." She waved to him and went to her house. That's not fair, she didn't say anything to me.

"Your names Ryan right?" Spencer asked. I nodded. "Cool, how old are you?"

"Six."

Spencer looked excited.

"I'm five." Spencer's just as old as Blair, but he's not a crybaby like her. Spencer is way cooler than Blair. "How olds the girl?"

"Blair? Your age, she's turning six this week I have to go to her stupid birthday." I told him as I rolled my eyes.

“I think Blair’s nice.” Nice Spencer thinks Blair is nice? She’s not nice, anything but that! Did you see how she just came up to me and pushed me for no reason/ “Why aren’t you friends?” Why aren’t we friends. Well let me think it started all the day before my 5th birthday. I got a cupcake that day and my dad got it especially for me but guess what Blair did when I came out side to eat it? She came and took it from me, eating it right in my face. That’s why I don’t like her, and when ever I try and get back at her. I get in trouble. It’s not fair she should get in trouble too.

“She stole my special cup cake when I was four. But didn’t you see her push me though?”

“You sorta hit her first, with your plastic golf ball.” I hit her? Oh… that’s why she pushed me. Why didn’t she say that in the first place?

“I didn’t mean to.” I said quietly. I really didn’t mean to do it, really. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t want to hurt her, but cone she pushed me I got mad and pushed her back.

“Um well, what do you do around here for fun?” I thought Spencer would never ask.

Blair’s Birthday (B’s POV)

The sound of my doorbell went off. I think this is the last guest mommy was telling me about. All my friends already came, including the new boy I met Spencer. I’ve got to play a lot with him since the first time I met him. Spencer is a lot of fun to be with. My self and all the other guys that were at my party were playing tag together.

“Come on sweetie, everyone else is out side.” My mom said inside, oh boy. The other guy is coming. I stopped running and looked at the door connecting to the kitchen. My mom appeared with Ryan by her side. Who invited him here, I sure didn’t invite him? I gave Ryan a look and went over to Ryan. He was holding a wrapped up box in his hands. Hay he got me a present, cool. Ryan handed me the box.

“Thanks.” I said. My mom went back into the kitchen, leaving Ryan and I together. I shook the box lightly. “What is it?” Ryan was playing around with his feet and kept looking down at them.

“It’s another Barbie doll, since I know you like them.” I hugged him lightly. I don’t like Ryan that much but getting the Barbie doll from me was really nice of him. I love Barbie’s especially since he broke my other one last week. Ryan hugged me back.

“Were playing tag, you can play if you want.” Ryan nodded and walked over to everyone else. I put Ryan’s present near everyone else’s and ran back to the game. I ran away from everyone else as they tried to tag someone. No one went after Ryan though. They mostly went after Spencer or me. Ryan looked lonely. One of the girls tagged me and ran off. I looked around as everyone all over the place. I didn’t bother going over and getting anyone else. I ran over to Ryan, laughing, and tagged him. He looked slightly confused as I ran away. “You it Ryan.” Ryan smiled and Ran after Spencer at the point. I guess I gained two new friends, sorta. As soon as Ryan tagged Spencer my mom called everyone in, so we could all get some pizza. Ryan, Spencer and I all sat next to each other for some reason we did. Ryan and I aren’t friends, but he’s being nice to me today.
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Tell me what you think of this chapter, I thought it was ok, so comment or rate, I really need feedback. Oh and I smell like a slut... lol sorry got that from Ryan. I love that boy, but listen to the song Where my girls at by 702, recomended by Spencer Smith PATD they are from Vegas, but they are a really good hip hop band thing and everyone knows this song.
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