Look at me, Little One.

Field trip.

*Zachary's Pov.*

I fumbled in my pockets for my glasses, scowling softly when I realized that it wasn't there. I'm sure I had place them in my jacket's right pocket before going on that log ride, as not to get them wet or lost, but somehow I still managed to lose it.

"Watcha look for?" Ryan poked his red head down from above, where he was trying to reach for a souvenir coin he had somehow managed to flip and get stuck on a branch. He was stepping on the fences, wavering back and forth.

"Glasses," I replied, proceeding to grab my backpack and rummage through all the pockets I had emptied of books before the field trip, but there wasn't a single sign of the round spectacles. I couldn't help but admit at the moment I felt a little queasy. How was I going to explain the lost to Ms.Lisa? Glasses cost a lot of money, something an orphan can't afford easily. It would take me a year of mowing people's lawns and raiding cards to earn the money back for a pair of glasses, and meanwhile I was earning the money, I would have to walk around half-blind or in a pair of old glasses that don't match my eyesight.

It wasn't a pleasant experience at that. I didn't want to listen to the scolding and berating of the caretakers either, on how to be responsible for my personal belongings, even if they've belonged to ten other kids before me and was worn and falling apart.

"Have you looked through the backpacks?" He asked.

"Got eyes, Captain Obvious? I just did it." I snapped. I wasn't in that much of a great mood to begin with, because we've got the worst chaperone there could be. Stupid Charlie Chapman's stupid mom, who ignored everyone else's choices in where to go first and practically worshiped Charlie's every command, resulting in them going on the boringest of rides. Plus, we got separated from Ben, who ended up with the P.E. teacher, Mr.Green.

So much for a field trip.

"Bloody hell, had you swallowed a sack of gunpowder or what? You've been grumpy all day."

"Can't help it with Charlie Chapman squealing on water ponies and making us all do it along with him," It was the truth, because it was either stay down and watch the others ride or go on with them, we weren't allowed to leave the group without permission. It was annoying to say the least. Normally, I wouldn't give a shit on what the school says. If I'm going off on my own, I'm going off on my own. It wasn't like I haven't done it before--- but I really didn't want to end this field trip on a bad note. I did work hard for it, after all. I deserved to have a great day without being dragged aside by a teacher.

The leaves off the tree towering over us was becoming a real nuisance, landing on our hair and shoulders, adding fuel to my irritation by second. Ryan seemed to have retrieved his beloved copper coin from the branches and tucked it away safely in his pocket.

"Come on, you might've dropped it somewhere along the way. We're finished with lunch either ways-- let's retrace the tracks and see if you can find it."

There wasn't much to do except for what Ryan said, so we followed the route we came from, avoiding the sight of other students of our school. The last thing we need was to be caught sneaking off without chaperone supervision. The stone and pebble road looked cool at first sight, but once it became littered with soda cans and balled-up napkins, and you're squishing through a horde of people with already sore feet, it gets harder to appreciate the hard bumps that are making your day more difficult.

At this point I've already given up on the search. Even if I did lose it somewhere along the road we came, it wouldn't be there anymore. Someone would've already picked it up, or it would be stepped on and crushed by the crowd, turned into a small pile of plastic and glass. I was about to tell Ryan we should head back before the nosy teachers decide to get on our tails, but someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Ryan was all the way in front of me, and I could make out a distinct flaming redhead poking out above the crowds. He got it off lucky-- he was the tallest kid in our school, even taller than the seniors. Nobody had to wonder why, both his parents were six feet tall, while I still waited for that last growth spurt to bounce my height up a few more inches.

I spun around to face whoever tapped me on the shoulder, thinking it might've been a teacher or fellow student who spotted my red uniform in the crowd. Trust me, my uniform definitely isn't something you'll want to wear while attempting to be sneaky. The red and gold patterns could be seen a mile away, you're asking to be hunted down.

But I was greeted with a surprise, not what I was expecting.

A woman--- no, two of them--- were standing in front of me, and embarrassingly both were a hell lot taller than me. I mean, I could get that the occasional tall girl is a few inches past my head, I'm not exactly the tall kind for my age. But to be so tall that I had to crane my neck to look up... well, I don't meet these kind of people so often.

I have nothing against tall girls, but these two creeped me out a little. I had a strange feeling of having seen them many times before, always a quick glimpse across a street corner or in a shop, the kind that you don't really notice until they're right at your face and you remember all the times they've crossed paths with you. I'm positive this isn't the first time I met these two.

"Hello. We were wondering if you dropped this...." The taller of the two, an Asian woman with smooth black hair pulled back in a bun, extended her large hand to reveal a pair of worn black round-framed glasses. Sure enough, it was the pair I just lost.

"Yes-- I mean, how'd you know...?"

To say I was confused was an understatement. There was so many people here, even if they've seen me a few times it wouldn't be enough to make them remember the glasses and my face so well. It only confirmed my suspicion that we met before.

"We live near and I've seen you many times, little one." The dirty blonde haired woman chuckled.

Little one? Yeah, they were taller, but seriously, calling someone she had barely met little? I would've turned and walked away, but hey, they did help me find my glasses... just not to be rude.

"Zach! Where are you---?" I heard Ryan's voice, yelling over the noises of the crowd. His voice was just changing--- it sounded.. Well, peculiar enough that I can identify it easily.

"Thanks," I quickly snatched the glasses out of the dark haired girl's palm, excusing myself. God knows how long we've been away from the lunch tables. I had no intentions of being sent to the principal's office for "a talk" when we got back.

*Alexandria's Pov.*

Arlene and I watched as Zachary jogged and pushed through the crowd to his friend. His bubblegum pink hair made it easy to locate him even far away. I frowned at the sight of his dyed hair, and I know Arlene is thinking the same thing as I am.

"We'll have to fix that hair when we get him," She remarked, standing next to me. I nodded in agreement. We'll also have to make sure that Zachary knows never to walk off alone again-- he may think he is old enough, but he most certainly is not, and his lacking height make him look nothing like fifteen. Besides the dyed hair and pierced ear, he could pass for an eleven year old with no problems.

To ensure the boy wouldn't stray from his path again, we followed Zachary and his friend all the way back until I saw them join their group again. The students from his school were all packing up and ready to go back to the school bus, and the chaperones had everything under control, so we left.

In the car, on the way back to home, Arlene pulled out a stash of paper.

"I filled the forms out-- and contacted the caretakers already. They say we can go in any time."

"Great, we'll go after dinner," I replied, smiling at the thought of finally getting to have Zachary with us. Our very own little boy...

((plz tell me what you think of this story in the comments. I just got the random idea, and I don't actually know that much about mdlb or ddlg...but again, I'm learning, lol.)