Ranbus The Rhombus

    Ranbus was a kid in a daycare. He loved dreaming about what his job could be. Today, he was stumped. What should he be? A firefighter? No, he didn't like water very much. President? No, his best friend Sneeg would be president!
  
     His mind trailed off until it hit him. He would be a rhombus. He ran off to tell all of his friends.

    "Tommy!" He shouted from across the sandbox, "I finally found out what I'm going to be when I grow up!"

    "What is it? Tell me, tell me!" Tommy exclaimed.

    "I am going to be a rhombus!" Ranbus said proudly, "Let's go find Sneeg and tell him!"

    He grabbed Tommy's arm and searched the playground for Sneeg.

    Sneeg was talking with a kid named Charlie about the sand castle they made and what to call it.

    "Sneeg! Sneeg! I found what I'm going to be when I grow up!" Ranbus jumped eagerly.

    "What is it?" Sneeg's face was filled with curiosity.

    "I'm going to be a rhombus." Ranbus stood proudly with a smile on his face.

    "Awesome!" Sneeg cheered and congratulated him, but was cut off.

    "What a horrible job!" Charlie sneered, "What could you do as a rhombus? You can't do that as a full time job! That's like playing video games all day and getting paid!"

    Ranbus bursted into tears.

    "Charlie! Why did you say that? There's no need to crush a guys dreams!" Sneeg shouted.

    "I'll go get Mr. Philza." Tommy trotted inside the daycare.

    "He needed to know! It won't get him anywhere in life. It's not a stable source of income!" He crossed his arms and turned away from Ranbus and Sneeg.

    "Charlie!" Mr. Philza called from the doorway, walking towards the three. "What is going on?"

    Sneeg spoke first. "Charlie was bullying Ranbus!"

    "Was not!" Charlie cried.

    "Was too!" Tommy exclaimed angrily.

    "Alright you lot, stop bickering." Mr. Philza crouched down to Ranbus' eye level, speaking to him in a soft tone, "Can you tell me what really happened?"
   
    He looked up at Mr. Philza, at Charlie, then back at Mr. Philza. He started to cry again and ran inside the building to the bathroom. Ranbus was sad.

    He sat in the bathroom stall. What would he do now? His thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking on the stall door. Tap, tap, tap, went the knock.

    "Ranbus? It's Charlie. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." His pensive voice echoed throughout the empty bathroom.

    "And why should I believe you?" Ranbus sniffled.

    "Because I realize now that what I did was rude and I need to make amends. I shouldn't have crushed your dream of being a rhombus."

    Ranbus' eyes lit up and he opened the stall door. "You.. you really mean that?"

    "Of course I do. I never lie after all." A warm smirk appeared on his face signaling that he was being genuine.

    Mr. Philza's muffled voice rung down the hallway, breaking the moment's silence, "Recess is over! It's time for arts and crafts!"

    Ranbus took Charlie's hand and rushed to the rugs and tables for arts and crafts. He had a great idea. Ranbus was going to make a rhombus costume.

    He grabbed some construction paper, scissors, and all shiny things alike. He grabbed the tape and the glue and the pencils. He drew and snipped and glued, until he noticed something. He didn't have enough paper for the costume! Charlie noticed this and went around the classroom asking everyone if they had spare paper.

    When Charlie got all the paper he needed, he sat down by Ranbus and got to work making the rest of his costume. With just enough paper, the two had finished with a sparkly black and white rhombus costume. Ranbus had worn it all day with pride and made a wonderful new friend.