Delilah

Age 10.

Delilah giggled as she pushed her front gate open, "this is my house, its not very pretty but i promise the tree is!"

Bringing a boy home was scary for Delilah, how would her parents react? Will they think that they are already boyfriend and girlfriend?

"that's okay," Max smiled as he watched Delilah skip over the humongous oak tree, "its prettier than my house"

The two ten year olds sat next to each other, both of them had a rosy tinge to their cheeks.

Is this what love feels like? Delilah thought to herself as Max planted a small kiss on her cheek, it feels gross.

"D'you reckon we could have some milo milkshakes, Delilah?" Max said as he played with a small twig, "my dad used me make me those before he ran away"

Delilah tilted her head to the side like a confused dog, "Why did your dad run away? Do all dads run away? Mine hasn't"

"No, only some dads" Max grinned as he pulled his shirt-sleeve up his um to reveal one single scar, "he left me a gift though! Look, isn't it cool?!"

"That's a funny gift to give, i wouldn't want a gift like that... But yes, we can have a milkshake" Delilah was extremely confused when she stood up, why would someone do that to their child?