Our Sandbox

prologue

We were your typical sandbox story, an adorable little girl with curly dark hair, and a rambunctious little boy with dirt on his cheek. We were the toddlers who kicked sand at each other, and put our gum in their hair, and giggled when we both got put in separate corners for time-out. We were perfect.

We were your everyday girl and boy next door, and even through taxes and government nonsense, we still managed to stay in our little perfect homes, our windows smiling at each other. We were the kids who used all the string and knocked over the recycling can, just so we could make a phone. It was our own perfect wonderland, our childhood.

But now we are the teens, who developed too quick and fast, and realized that perfect doesn't exist in a school full of divisions. I am the girl, still so small, with the quick mind and the loud mouth, but who doesn't know when to speak her mind. He is the boy, with the perfect blonde hair, and the dirt replaced by dimples on his cheeks. In the school, we're separate, happy in our own separate universes.

But when we come home, we pick up our actual phones, and tell each other everything, our own little sandbox still alive and well. 

"Our Sandbox" is a new story idea, new genre! Please let me know what you think :)