The Living Sparks

Prologue

(12 years earlier)

Dylan's Point Of View

My blond curls bouncing behind me, I skipped into my pre-school class bursting with excitmement.

Today is finger-painting day! My thoughts told me as I looked around the room for my friends.

"Dylan! Ovwer here!" I heard my friend Kaycee call from the other side of the room.

"Comin'!" I yelled back, walking over to where she was, my white knee high dress with pink flowers decorating it here and there flowing with every step I took.

"Is that a my little pony back-pack?" Kaycee squeeled as I took my new back-pack off and set it gently on the carpeted floor.

"Yes! My mommy got it for me!" I jumped up and down happily.

"That's soooo cool!" My friend Lauren breathed coming over to where we stood.

Her brown hair was laying flat, going all the way down to her pink capris.

"Lauwen! I like the puppy!" I squeeled pointing at her shirt that held a Littlest Pet-Shop dog that was spotted black and white in what looked like a park.

"Me too!" She laughed and we all burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Kids! Time to finds your spots! We have a new friend today!" I heard Miss Zoe say from the front of the room.

Me and my friends scurried to our spots still giggling and I looked to the front of the room.

There was a little boy who was wearing a batman shirt and some brown kapris.

His dirty blond hair was short on his head, and he had really pretty green eyes.

"This is Ryen! Say hello to Ryen class!" Miss Zoe told us.

"Hi Ryen!" I waved with the rest of the class.

"He looks wierd!" My friend Kaycee whispered into my ear.

"Be nice!" I told her.

"Find somewhere to sit Ryen while I start getting out the paints! Today is finger painting day!"

The boy looked around shyly untill his eyes met mine.

I smiled and patted the spot next to me and he came over.

"I--I'm Ryen..." He said nervously.

"I'm Dylan!" I told him happily patting him on the head.

"Can... We be friends?" He asked.

"Ya! Best friends!" I gave him a hug.

"Alright! Finger painting time!" Miss Zoe called happily from the front of the room where there were paints and paper laid out.

"Come on! We can paint together!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the prettiest colors.

My other friends came over and sat next to us.

"I'm Brock," A boy told Ryen.

"I'm Ryen," He said back looking over at me.

I smiled at him before starting my painting.

<Later>

I walked out of the school with my painting.

"That's a lovely..." My mommy trailed off.

"It's a flower!" I squealed happily.

"Yes I can see that! That diserves going on the fridge!" My mom smiled.