The Rhythm And The Rest

Rocks (Kindergarten)

~ Turner's point of view ~

I sat in my own corner, the only corner I felt content and comfortable with, where no one bothered me like they did in the early hours, which was was fine by me.I don't really care for the other students, seeing as they don't care about my existence, or most times, my feelings, but that's alright I have myself and my rocks.

"Alright kiddos! Time to head outside for a break!" Mrs.Berkleson announced, oh great, I have to go outside, ew.
I was never fond of the outdoors, I preferred staying inside and building toys and drawing, but at least I got to take my rocks with me.
I softly sigh as I pick up my rocks and drag myself across the dreary classroom carpet, and out the classroom door.
I don't really have a spot of my own out here, so I quickly run over to a shaded spot under "The mighty Kellogg" tree of our school, Kellogg elementary, seems tranquil enough, no one was near.
I make myself a little spot with my little jacket, so I don't get my pants all ruined  from the ground, and take out my rocks and arrange them into random shapes. Okay, I may seem like a strange child, talking about my rocks, caring about them, but they are special to me, they were my mother's. All of Sudden, I hear someone call out "hahahaha look at Turner " the unfamiliar boy dragged out my name, "he's such a freak why doesn't he talk to anyone? "Eww look at his glasses, we should break them!", oh great, now I know who they are, Weston and Jake, the cruelest boys in kindergarten, I swear they were raised by dogs.
I feel my face get hot, as I can sense they are getting closer, after all, I was sitting sideways so they couldn't see my right eye shed a single,nervous tear.
All of a sudden,I feel a soft hand touch my shoulder and brace for impact, but then I realize, this isn't Weston, or Jake, their hands are too chubby for them to be the ones on my shoulder, I was curious and decided to look up a little
"Hey are you okay?" A soft silky voice replied, I didn't know who this was, I was even more curious to know, so I looked up all the way.
My eyes met these beautiful green orbs, almost like the emerald that my mother  used to wear around her neck constantly, a half smile across her face, cued that she had some type of dip in her cheek, I didn't know what that was called, and short blonde/ brown hair, and she was wearing a slightly oversized Aladdin sane shirt with blue skinny jeans,woah she was amazing, but I've never seen her before.
She was confusing me, how have I never noticed her before? Our school is very small and I see everyone, everyday all the time, but not her, I don't even know her name, but what would someone like her defend me? She looks like she would hang out with "the blonde squad" which is practically the most brattiest girls I know, yet, everyone likes them.

"Ye-yes, I'm okay" I manage too stutter out, great.
She smiles to show her beautiful teeth, she was missing a few, like a lot of kids around this age, I slowly shift my eyes over to the side of this girl, and notice Winston and Jake in Aw, shocked if I do say.
But what happened next made me have the same reaction, they just turned around and walked away,WALKED AWAY, they never do that, they always finish what they start.
"Uhh hello?" I hear the blonde's voice near me, yikes I was lost in void
"Oh uh sorry, I was lost in thought, thank you for making them go away" I try and say smoothly, after all, I'm six years old and have trouble saying words
"You are welcome" she half grins upon the comment.
"What is your name?" She replies in a sync with my comment, we both stifle a giggle.
"My name is Turner, Turner Cobalt"
I stand up and hold out my hand to greet my mystery savior.
"I'm Hazel, Hazel Frost, nice to meet you Turner" she smile's and hold out her hand and intertwined it with mine, her hands were so inviting, I liked it.

I had a feeling in the back of my mind, I don't know what it is, I'm not sure what it means, maybe I could ask my father, or someone and try and explain, but I'm not sure how to explain it, only time will tell.But I like it, and I can surely get used to it, I can surely get used to Hazel Frost.