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chapter Four
Leila’s POV
The brown-haired boy and I are at a small, empty park. He looks to be about six years old. We’re on the swings, flying as high as we possibly can. My stomach does a little flip-flop with each rise and fall of the swing. I squeal with pleasure. My voice is high-pitched and young-sounding.
“This is so much fun!” I scream.
“Go higher!” the boy yells.
I look down. I’m already very far off the ground.
“But it’s so far up!” I protest.
“No it’s not! Watch this!” The swing arcs in the air again. As it reaches its height, the boy jumps, landing a few feet away on the woodchip-covered ground. His landing looks quite painful, but he laughs the entire time.
“Are you okay?” I squeal with fright. I let the swing slow down, and the moment it’s close enough to the ground, I jump off and run over to him.
“I’m fine,” the boy says proudly, lifting up his chin. “You worry too much.”
“Well, you’re crazy,” I tell him, folding my arms.
Ignoring me, the brown-haired boy points to the play structure a few feet away and says, “Look! Monkey bars! Have you ever been on them before?”
“No,” I say defiantly.
“Here, I’ll show you.”
The boy runs towards the play structure, and I follow him reluctantly. He’s taller than me and I struggle to keep up on my short legs.
“Watch this!” Climbing on the structure, the boy reaches for the first handle on the monkey bars. He swings effortlessly from bar to bar, looking excited and confident. He lands triumphantly on the other side. I clap my hands happily.
“That was really cool!” I say.
“You should try,” he tells me.
“No way!” I exclaim, horrified at the thought.
“Why?”
“I’m not telling you,” I say stoutly. The truth is, the monkey bars are really too high off the ground for my liking. But I don’t plan on telling him that.
“But it’s so easy! You just have to try it once. Come on, stand right here,” the boy insists, pointing to the play structure.
“No!”
The boy grabs my elbow and pulls me to the structure.
“Stop touching me!” I protest, trying to push his hands away. “Stop it!”
“You shouldn’t be afraid of falling,” the boy says knowledgeably. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. Like this.” He holds his arms straight out, demonstrating the proper way to catch someone.
I look suspiciously at him. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Nervously, I reach up and grasp the first handle.
“LEILA! WAKE UP!”
The scream startles me into consciousness. Not really even awake yet, I bolt upright and look around the room, blinking.
