Chester & Tim: Prologue

Beginning

'Twas a nice and early summer morning when a young lad named Chester decided to go outside.
   "Bye mum, bye da, see you later!" Chester shouted as he ran out the door to the streets. His feet made loud squish noises on the wet road as he ran to the nearby park. Chester was happy to see that there were no other children on the playground. He ran to the playground and climbed up to the slide. He cheered as he slid down, and eventually got off of the slide and went to make his secret fortress. His secret fortress was to be located under the playground, to not gain attention. Chester started digging some impressive sized holes in the sand so his enemies wouldn't be able to cross into his fort. That's when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, expecting an adult to be there, scolding him as usual. Instead there was a boy, looking at him with no expression. "What are you doing in my fort??" Asked Chester.

   "What am I doing?? I'm just on public property, so is this really even YOUR fort??" The unknown boy raised his little eyebrows.
   "Ugh fine. You can stay" Scoffed Chester as he turned back to his holes. "How are you so bloody smart anyways? Also, who are you?"
    "My name is Timothy, but you can call me Tim. My family owns the mansion about a block away, and I have a private tutor."  Chester rolled his eyes. Rich kids will ALWAYS be rich kids. Snobby and greedy. He continued to dig his trench sized holes in hopes that it would keep people out. "Excuse me, but how old are you? You don't look old enough to be out on your own."
   "I'm eleven years old! I'm perfectly fit to be out alone. How old are you? You're a little pipsqueak compared to me!"
   "I'm nine years old. But the difference between us is that I'm actually smart enough to be out alone." By this time, Chester had finished digging his trench sized holes around the perimeter of his so called fort. He'd had enough with this blue haired, nine year old twit. He turned around and tackled Tim to the ground.
"LISTEN HERE. I AM PERFECTLY SMART AND CAPABLE ON BEING ALONE. BUT YOU, YOU HAVE BLUE HAIR AND YOU'TE WEARING ALL BLACK. THAT'S NOT VERY SMART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DRAW ATTENTION TO YOURSELF. WHO EVEN HAS NATURAL BLUE HAIR?"
   "AHHH STOP! YOU'RE PULLING OUT ME HAIR!" The two boys rolled around under the fort until they heard a shout.
"HEY!" It was a nearby police man, holding a wooden plank. Chester stopped his movements.
   "Oh no... It's the mean police!" He took hold of Tim's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Listen to me. We NEED to get out of here. That police man over there carries that wooden plank to spank the naughty children. Unless you want to be his latest victim, follow me!" Chester grabbed Tim's hand and they jumped over the trench and ran to the other side of the park. They both turned around in time to see the police man fall in the trench.
   "¡AY CARAMBA, MIS PANTALONES!"  Both boys looked at each other and laughed, and then ran off. Chester stopped in front of the street that would separate him and his new friend.
   "Hey, you're a decent lad for only being nine. Say, what if we meet here every Thursday?" Chester smiled at his younger pal.
   "Sure! I'll make time in my schedule for you." Tim started walking off, whistling a tune.
   "Hey, where are you going??" Chester couldn't help but feel worried about his little friend walking home alone.
   "Away." Tim looked back and smiled cheekily before turning around, and walking around the corner. Chester shrugged and turned around, excited to head back home.

If there are any grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes of any kind, I'm so sorry but it's very late when I wrote this (: