Casey
I was having a dream where I was playing when I tripped and scraped my knee. Then another kid appeared. He had dark wavy curls and these bright green eyes. I was trying to hold back the tears, but a few slipped by. The boy ran away. I thought it was because he wouldn’t want to be caught around a crybaby, but he returned holding my hat. I reached out and grabbed it from his hands. My hands tingled as they grazed his. I shoved my long hair back under it.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I wiped my tears away.
“Here,” he got on his knees and kissed where I had scraped my knee, “my mom does that when I get hurt and it makes me feel better”
“My mom tells me to not cry because only girls do that”
“Well aren’t you a girl?”
I didn’t say anything. He stood up and held his hand out to me. I
