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1. Introduction

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He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be here at all. Why had his parents forced him into this?

"Everyone has to go to school, pal," his father had told him, wearing the serious expression that rarely ever made an appearance. "It's inescapable."

His mother had been a little more comforting, but not by much: "You've got nothing to worry about, hon," she had soothed, dark blue eyes—so similar to his own—sparkling with sympathy. "It's nothing to be scared of."

Normally, he'd trust his parents. They'd never lied to him before, after all. But how could they know? They weren't going to be here, and that was his main problem.

Preschool had been alright, he supposed. He didn't have to be there for very long and he already had friends there. This was different. This was kindergarten. He had to be there for seven hours for five days in a row! He wasn't sure how long that was, exactly, but it had to be longer than preschool! How could he survive without his mother for seven whole hours? Any number of things could happen to him in seven hours!

He'd told them his worries time and time again, and they hadn't listened. They'd ignored him and pushed him onto the bus anyway.

He'd never felt so betrayed in his life.

Well, he thought as he gazed around the classroom, eyes widening as he saw the sheer number of other children in the room with him, all shouting or playing or laughing loudly, let's see how they like it when I start getting into trouble here. Then they'll have to get me out.

He slunk away from the wall he'd been clinging to nervously, taking an uneasy step into the sea of other six-year-olds.

Trouble. What should he do to make trouble? Aaron wasn't normally one to purposely get into trouble, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He could probably start a fight with another child. Would that work? Would it get him into enough trouble? He wouldn't know until he tried.

He took another glance around the room, looking for a child not already doing something. There was a dark-haired girl with eyes such a dark shade of brown that they looked almost black. She wasn't doing anything, was she? Oh, wait, she was talking to the little blond girl. That wouldn't work. Who else was alone? Was there anyone? There didn't seem—

Wait! There was one!

He gathered what little was left of his courage and approached the other child, already arming himself with a cranky glare and hands balled into fists.

"Hi!" the other child greeted him as he neared. The young boy's pale blue eyes lit up at the prospect of conversation.

Aaron stopped in his tracks. Why did he have to pick the friendly one? This wouldn't work if his would-be-enemy was friendly to him. "Hi," he responded slowly, suddenly doubting himself.

The other child smiled broadly, bringing a hand up to sweep some of his unruly blond hair away from his face. "Who are you?" he asked cheerfully, not noticing Aaron's scowl.

"I'm… Aaron," he introduced himself hesitantly, adjusting his glasses. He just couldn't get used to those things.

"I'm—" the other boy stopped abruptly, cutting his introduction short, as Aaron messed with his glasses again. "What're those?" he inquired, utterly fascinated.

Aaron let his glower falter, finding himself bewildered. What was so interesting about his glasses? "These?" he asked, fumbling at the glasses. "They're just glasses."

"What do they do?" the blond boy asked, taking a step forward to get a better look at the mysterious spectacles.

"They help me see," Aaron explained, misgivings multiplying as the other child studied him curiously. "I'm far-sighted, so I can't always see things like books very well. My parents say I have to wear glasses for the whole time I'm at school," he muttered mutinously. Well, at least he had remembered that he was far-sighted and not near-sighted this time. He always got that mixed up.

"They're cool!" he exclaimed. "Can I see them?" he asked, extending an arm to reach for Aaron's glasses.

"No!" he protested, ducking away. His glare resurfaced; it looked like that fight was going to happen after all.

A quick glance at the boy revealed that he was no longer smiling amiably. In fact, he seemed to almost be pouting.

"C'mon!" he insisted, reaching again for the spectacles. "I just want to see! I'll give 'em back, I promise!"

"They're mine!" Aaron retaliated, shoving the other child away.

Aaron's violence must've struck a chord. As the blond stumbled backwards, catching himself just before barreling into a table, a scowl identical to Aaron's own formed on his face. The happy glint in his eyes had turned to one of rage.

That was what made Aaron realize what a bad plan this was. The other child was much bigger than he was; there was no way he could hold his own against him.

His glower disappeared as the blond stalked toward him. "I just can't let you see them, 'kay?" he murmured meekly, running his fingers through his dark hair uneasily. "I need them!"

"You didn't have to push me," he growled.

"You weren't listening when I said no!" Aaron pointed out. "I had to do something! My parents will kill me if I break my glasses!"

"So? You still pushed me!"

"I'm sorry," Aaron whined.

The other boy didn't listen. He shoved Aaron back with much more force than Aaron had used. Aaron tumbled to the ground, hitting the floor with a squeak of pain. He didn't bother getting back up; what use was it? The other kid would only push him back down again, wouldn't he?

"Oh, I'm sorry!" the blond boy suddenly whimpered. "I didn't mean to push you that hard! I just… I just forgot I was bigger than you! I'm so sorry!"

Or, perhaps he wouldn't. Aaron gaped up at the other child; surveying the anxious and upset expression that had replaced the insulted one he'd worn so recently.

The unexpectedly timid child leaned down and gently reached for Aaron's hand, using it to pull him back to his feet. He apologized again once Aaron was standing up, then began to retreat.

Still shocked, Aaron watched him go. What exactly had just happened? How could that kid have gone from absolute fury to apologetic and nervous that quickly? Was that even possible?

"It's okay," he mumbled just before the other child left earshot.

The blond swiveled back around instantly, expression curious.

"H-here," Aaron said shakily, removing his glasses and handing them to the other child.

If this wasn't a bad idea, Aaron didn't know what was, but he had to find some form of peace treaty, and this seemed to be the best option. He felt bad for the little blond boy; he was obviously ashamed of his unfriendly behavior, even though Aaron had practically asked for it, and he felt he should make him feel a little better.

"Just don't drop them or anything," he continued.

"I won't," the blond promised, carefully taking the glasses and studying them intently. After regaining his confidence, he put them on. "What?" he sputtered, brow furrowing. "How could these things possibly help you see?" he questioned. "They make everything all blurry!"

"No, they don't," Aaron argued, reaching to take them back.

The other child resisted, still gazing around, captivated by the distorted view. "It is kinda cool, though," he giggled, his cheerful grin returning briefly.

"How could they make things blurry?" Aaron pondered. "It's fine when I wear them."

The blond shrugged, squinting behind the lenses to see if that helped at all, before simply resigning with a shake of his head. "I don't know." Finally, he got bored and gave Aaron's glasses back. "Weird," he murmured.

Aaron smiled as he settled the glasses back where they belonged.

"You never did tell me your name," Aaron said after a pause in a half-hearted attempt at being friendly.

"Oh, right; I forgot. My name's Carson," he finally finished his introduction, grinning affably at his new friend.

Aaron had to make an effort to smile back at him.
Theme 1 of 100; 100 Themes Challenge, variation 1.

I've wanted to do the hundred theme challenge since I heard of it, and, since I've been going through writer's block recently, I figured now was as good a time as ever to start it.
I'm already nearly stumped. This was the only real idea I could come up with for an introduction. I'm not off to a very good start, am I? :XD:
The characters here are my OCs Aaron and Carson. Their relationship got a rocky start, but they do eventually start to get along; it just takes them about twenty years.
I've never written from a child's POV. It's a lot more difficult than I imagined. :hmm:
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