Fireflies and Little Eyes
“I wish people were more like stars. It would not matter how close or how far they were, we’d just lay back and admire the constellations they make and be happy enough to watch them shine.” {closed rp with @meantforthestars}
He hadn’t started it, he never did, but for some reason he found himself trying not to cry as the swing was pulled out from under him. Keith only let out a small grunt as he was pushed to the ground by one of the bigger boys. “Stop!” he said as strongly as he could. He just wanted to play on the swings.
But before he could get back on his feet or reply to the mean comments about how orphan boys shouldn’t be playing at the park, the bullies were running away. “Thank you,” Keith huffed, brushing the sand off his pants, but stopped when the new boy started asking questions.
Digging his shoe into the sand, he thought about his answer. Would this boy be mean too? He was bigger than the boys before, Keith could tell from his shadow but was too nervous to look at him. “I-I don’t...” he sniffled, still upset from before, “they left me.”