Little 4- year old Sam Winchester sat on a chair and played with a toy car on the table. His tilted his head as he moved the car back and fourth to make the wheels move.
"Sam!" Called a voice.
Sam turned around to find Reginald his friend.
"Reginald!" Sam cried as he waved his arms all around.
"What are you doing?" Reginald asked.
"Playing with a car," Sam said.
Reginald pouted. "That's boring. Lets play with a puzzle," his said.
"Okay!" Sam said as his got up off the chair.
Sam and Reginald ran over to the puzzles. And without looking, Sam collided into a boy. They both fell over and began to cry.
"What happened over here?" Asked the teacher, mr Conchen.
"I... I ran into him...!" Sam said as his pointed to the him.
"Why don't you both apologize?" Mr Conchen said.
"Sorry..." Sam said.
"I'm sorry..." Said the small voice.
"Good kids! I'll be at my desk if you need me," mr Conchen said as his walked away.
Sam looked back over at the boy. "Hi! My name is Sam! What's yours?"
His looked at the ground. "My name is Dean." He said in a small voice.
"Nice to meet you, Dean!" Sam said in a perky voice. "This is my friend, Reginald!"
Reginald waved at Dean. "Hi!" His said.
Dean smiled. "Hello," his said.
"What were you doing?" Sam asked.
"Reading," Dean replied.
"Reading?!" Sam asked. His stuck his tung out in disgust. "Reading makes my head hurt..." His said.
"Not for me," Dean said. "I enjoy to read,"
"Enjoy?" Sam asked. "What does that mean?"
"It's something that you really like... something that makes you happy," Dean said.
Sam blinked. "You sure know a lot..." She said.
"That's because I want to become a doctor when I'm older," Dean said. "Just like my mother..."
"Wow. You have a great dream," Sam said.
Dean smiled. "Thanks,"
Sam smiled back. "You're welcome!" She said. "Dean, would you like to be my friend?"
Dean had the biggest smile Sam's ever seen. "I would love to!" He replied happily.
The next few days were great for Sam. He had two friends now, and his was having fun... for now.
Everyone was outside at recess, and Sam was playing Hop Scotch with Dean and Reginald.
"Yay! I made it across to number 10!" Sam announced. Dean made it across as well.
"Great job, Dean!" Sam cried. His looked around. "Where's Reginald? I thought he was with us?"
Sam looked over at the swings.Reginald was sitting on one alone. Sam ran over to his friend.
"What's wrong, Reginald?" She asked.
Reginald sniffed. "You only pay attention to Dean and not me anymore..." He said.
"That's not true! You know that you're my friend, too!" Sam said.
Reginald looked at Sam. "Really?" He asked.
"Yeah," Sam said. "We're all friends okay?" Sam smiled.
Reginald smiled back. "Thanks, Sam!"
"No problem! Let's go play some more games!" His said grabbing Reginald's hand.
And so all three of the friends played together, having a great time. Sam doesn't know what will be ahead of his in his preschool year. More preschool friends, preschool drama, and preschool love
