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YOU WERE CHARISMATIC. that was something that everyone picked up. you were simply likable; happy smiles, warm hugs. all the kids liked being around you, barely even a month in and you'd already befriended half the orphanage.
the way that you had melted into the group so easily impressed isabella. she thought the little girl would have a hard time socializing, but you had no trouble making friends, especially with the trio
you fit in like a missing puzzle piece. completing the group
"i'm going to get you [name]!" emma screamed running through the forest trying to tag you
you grinned, looking at all the options to run ahead
you could run ahead onto one of the paths, go on top of a tree or straight into the bushes
your mind analyzed all the options taking in count everything, from emma running behind you, to the way the tree was built. so quickly the easiest way to get far from her was to run straight ahead into the bushes
you pushed your tiny hands into the bushes and pushed them apart making a whole for yourself and quickly letting go making emma have to stop to clear them out.
but that didn't stop her, she kept running. you expected that of course, it was just to slow her down a bit.
going down a slope you were met with a broken tree trunk, grinning bigger you ran faster towards it and pushed your hands over it.
emma couldn't follow that move
you kept running and looked back to see her climbing over the trunk, she was fast, but not as fast as you. taking a left you ran off, losing sight of the girl.
after a few minutes the game had ended and the only one who had ran away from the chasers— was you
"aghhh you won- again!"
emma kicked her feet on the ground, pouting, her cheeks red from frustration
"how are you so fast?!" she turned and shakes your shoulders
you just chuckled and shrugged your shoulders, a small smile not leaving your face
norman appeared behind emma, putting a hand on her shoulder "she's right though, [name]. you're really fast"
ray who was sitting down on the grass taking shade from a tree pointed to one of the older kids "you managed to ran away from Michael, and he's eleven"
michael looked at you and ran a hand through his tan skin, shaking off the sweat. "wow- [name].. you- really got- me..." he panted, out of breath from the chase you had put up
Laila approached behind him, putting both her hands on his shoulder, pushing herself up and jumping with sparkly eyes
"yes [name]! you really put up a fight there! how are you so fast, you're just eight!"
