Charlie; a little girl who desperately needed catching.
Leo, Oscar and Atlas; her three older brothers who awaited with open arms.
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Five year old Charlie's life gets turned upside down by the sudden passing of her beloved mother.
The little girl is...
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"I don't get it," Mason mumbled, stroking the multicolored paintbrush placed in his hand against the white canvas in front of him.
It was 'creative' time at school.
"Me neither." Charlie agreed, scrunching up her nose a little. "But I don't think we're going to find anything more. Damien said I was too l-little to understand the full story."
Charlie had repeated absolutely everything Damien had told her to Mason, making sure to copy it from word to word.
"No-no" words not included.
"Damien's right." Both children turned around to see a smirking Mia standing there with her hand on her hip. She had her nerf gun on her back as per usual and modeled a red beret on the top of her head, most likely one she took from the dress-up corner.
"These are adult problems." The little girl spoke, walking forward and grabbing a paintbrush for herself. "There's a reason adults look so old and have so many wrinkles on their foreheads, you know."
"Since when were you one to follow instructions from the adults?" Mason chuckled, knowing Mia to be quite the rebellious little devil.
"He's got a point, Mia." Charlie added sheepishly, causing Mason to smirk a little.
"Look." Mia started, dabbing her paintbrush in the turquoise coloured paint pot. "All I'm saying is, maybe you shouldn't know the whole truth. Plus, Ms. Warner was a huge meanie, and to be honest, kind of deserved whatever fate she has to face now. That is called Karma, my little friends."
"You're starting to sound like Damien."Charlie mumbled quietly.
Mia grinned a little shaking her head, "what's so wrong with that? Your brothers' are pretty cool."
"Also, he's pretty to look at."
"Mia!" Charlie gasped with a disgusted scowl, "That's just yucky. Damien's basically old enough to be your grandpa."
"All I'm saying is, he's pretty, all your family is. You've got good genes, kid." The six-year-old spoke as if she were ten years her senior.
"Good jeans?" Charlie questioned in confusion. She wasn't wearing jeans.
Mason chuckled, shaking his head a little, "It means you're beautiful, fairy. Very beautiful." He spoke, making sure to mumble at the very end.
"Oh." Charlie blushed, her cheeks bright red. "Thank you. You're beautiful too, Mason." She whispered sheepishly, diverting her attention back to the painting.
As soon as the end of the day hit, Charlie made her way out to the exit with all the other kids and teachers as per usual but was stopped when she felt someone gently grab her hand.
"Mason!" The little girl quietly shrieked after jumping almost a foot in the air, "You scared me."
