Lolita finally turned 3 as she went in to kindergarten, she was an amazing girl with an amazing life. She was like the Queen Bee in her kindergarten but with an amazing heart. She had great enormous group of friends and boys would even try to win her love, kids.
She was happy in all her life as a toddler. But she wouldn't stop laying her eyes of to this boy in the playground. Warren Scheve, he's pretty much the Prince of the playground. But there was always another Princess for him, but she doesn't know who it was, she kept expecting that it was her. Crushes are hard, indeed.
Before lunch, they were allowed to go and play in the playground so she did, but she went to the carousel and met her prince charming. "Hi Warren!" She waved as she walked to his horse. "Hello Lolita! I like your dress." He complimented. It was the first time she ever heard a compliment for him, she felt better than never. "Thank you..." She replied with a shade of red on her cheeks. "Let's play follow the leader!" Warren chuckled to all his friends, including Lolita as they all accepted. They played like there was no tomorrow.
"Sit on the horses!"
"Run around the carousel!"
"Girls stay in the carousel til' night!"
What?
Lolita was just the only girl playing the game -- the other girls were out picking flowers, stereotypically. She didn't want to leave the game because she loved Warren. So she sat on a horse while she spun with the carousel. Lolita watched as the boys laughed and continued playing with Warren.
"Throw rocks and dirt at Lolita!" Warren ordered as Lolita tried dodging every rock, soil, dirt that charges her. She failed miserably and sat on the horse crying looking like a damsel in distress. Boys and girls laughed and pointed as their names are called for their pickup. Teachers saw Lolita and tried comforting her -- some even helped washing her up -- and some even scolded the kids that hurt her. But she didn't care; she will never forgive the boy who she loved. Who she once loved as she left to her parents with whispers of "I'm sorry" on the way. She will never accept them.
