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The Meeting

Imma start out with the (adorable) beginning, and then skip ahead to the good stuff. *rubs hands together evilly* MWAHAHAHA!!!!!! Tata!

-Moon

MEETING ONE: Jason & Aaron

I guess it all started with a computer. Hey, I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't my fault. Technically. Ya know what, I'm restarting this.

It was a sunny day, and I was at the café with my dad. He had his (emphasis on his) laptop with him, and in no time "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" was blaring from the speakers. Maybe I should mention something. My dad's a hacker. Anyway, it wasn't long before someone showed up to tell us to shut off the music (how did they know? a.) We were they only people there, and b.) when a guy with a laptop and his four-year-old son burst out laughing seconds before kids songs play, you know something is up). We just weren't prepared for who came up.

"Guys! Turn down your music OR PAY!" I turned to him, frown settling on my face. It was a kid, around my age, with blonde hair and light brown eyes.

"It's rude to threaten people." He glanced at me.

"It's rude to call people rude."

"So that makes you rude?" He scowled, and I turned to my dad, whose face was a mixture of "aw, how cute" and "CRAPCRAPCRAP."
"I'm right, right dad?" He grinned at me.

"Well, maybe we should turn it off..."

"No!"  The boy smirked at me, and held out his hand.

"I like you, you speak you're mind. I'm Jason." I shook his hand.

"And you're not as stupid as you could be. I'm Aaron." And thus, a friendship was born.

MEETING TWO: Jason/Aaron & Adley

"ARI! ARI! ARI!" I shouted my newfound nickname for Aaron as I pulled him toward the playground. My so-brunette-it-was-almost-black haired friend glowered up at me.

"Please let go,  I think you're cutting off circulation to my arm." There was a snicker behind us, and a red-headed boy, obviously older than us, pushed past, heading for the playground. I frowned, and I knew Ari knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Don't."

"HEY, KID, WAIT UP!"

#####Oh, how quaint, a breakline! *crash* Oh, bullocks, there goes my tea!#####

Pretty soon the three of us were gathered in the sandbox, making a sand-fort, while our parents chatted idly beside us on a bench.

"You see," His mom was saying. "Adley probably could have passed the test with another teacher, but the one he had was sick half the year, and he didn't learn anything, and he failed the end of year test, which by itself is complete idiocy. So, Adley got held back in kindergarten." She sat back, rant finished.

"Oh my. I'm guessing they fired the teacher? Which school?"

"Braxton Bach Elementary. He's going to Auburn next year, and yes, thank goodness, they fired her." We all gasped, and both Aaron's mom and mine brightened.

"These two are going to Auburn! Which teacher does Adley have?"

"Miss Autri!" Our moms squealed.

"That's the one they're in!" The moms let out another squealed and started planning carpooling ideas, and we, the kids, exchanged knowing glances. Poor teacher.

MEETING THREE: The Troublesome Three & The Terrifying Fairy Princess (aka Vivi)

It was the first day of kindergarten, and it was going pretty well. No one had died (yet) and we seemed to have some pretty cool classmates. Boy, were we wrong. I guess the trouble started at "First Introductions" as Miss Autri liked to call it. We had to go around the room and say our names, and the first person to go was a pixie-ish girl with waist-length blonde hair.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Autri said, clueless of the trouble brewing into a storm. She muttered some unintelligible.

"Louder, sugarplum."

"Tulip!" She lifted her face (finally) and we caught sight of her eyes. They were hazel, with sparks of green, and by green, I don't mean that "evergreen forest" crap. I mean electric.

#####Oh, look another breakli- *teacups rain from sky* WHATTHECRAP????#####

Pretty soon, it was recess. Yaaaaaaay. Anyway, Jay, Ari and I were being the nerdy best-friends (hold up, Jason's "informing" me that we weren't nerdy. Yeah, right. Wha- no- SHUDDUPIMTRYINGTONARRATE) that we are, when we noticed a crowd (gaggle? posse?) of girls were gathering around Tulip, and judged by the things we could hear, it wasn't a nice one.

"Her eyes are so weird!"

"What kind of name is Tulip?"

"Ugh, cut your hair!" I had enough, and I could tell the guys did too. We stormed over to the girls.

"Hey! Stop picking on Tulip just because you can never be as amazing and unique as her!" Jason shouted. There was a loud "OOOOHHHH" from a group of fourth-graders that had gathered to watch. The girls turned red and dissipated, leaving the three of us and Tulip.

"Hey, Tulip, you okay?" Aaron asked, slipping over to comfort the girl.

"Please, call me Vivi." She pronounced it Viv-y, and for the first time I realized she had a small, almost undetectable, accent. Ari looked surprised.

"Why wouldn't you want to be called Tulip? It sounds like a name for a fairy princess!" She sniffed.

"Yeah, a fairy princess who eats everyone who crosses her path, that no one wants to be friends with!" I put my hand on her shoulder.

"For the record, I would love to be friends with someone who could eat my enemies." She smiled up at me, and, slowly but surely, our threesome turned into four.

Aawww... so fluffy! *Sniffs* Anyhoodle, see ya next time! Look out! Pranks ahead!

-Moon