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Finally, recess!!
Scar immediately bolted to the sandbox, his sharp grin with a tooth missing showed brightly. He loved the sandbox. Nobody else was there so it left him to play with himself. He didn't mind, after all, he thought the others played wrong.
He giggled as he crashed into the sand, quickly leaning back up and digging into his pockets. He pulled out an alien-like dinosaur he liked to call Rusty. It reminded him of his favorite movie series that involved space, rockets, explosions, dark themes, anything a vex would enjoy.
He started to dig a hole before hearing his teacher from a distance. He glanced up. He knew she wasn't talking to him, but can't a little guy just be curious?
“And this is the playground, alright? Here, just go find someone to play with!” And with that, the teacher walked away. He then turned his gaze to a little girl. She had sparrow wings, her hair a dirty blonde with dark eyes. She looked scared, Scar could just sense that.
Scar wasn't shy, which made calling for the girl easier.
“Hey, you!”
The girl glanced over, looked around then pointed to herself confusingly. Scar nodded, he was indeed, referring to her. Her wings tucked close as she walked over, fidgeting with her hands. She then stopped outside the sandbox, timid from even moving.
Scar tilted his head, not understanding such hesitant actions.
“Here, sit down! Do you like dinosaurs? I like them!” He immediately started, digging further into his pockets. He kept his toys in his pockets since it made him feel safe. After all, it was the last thing his dad gave him before he left. “This one's named Rusty,” he raised the dinosaur from the sand. “And these ones don't have names, but they look really cool!”
The girl finally sat down, just looking at Scar show his toys. She looked at the animals, leaning forwards while her wings twitched. Scar sensed curiosity from her.
“What's your name?” He asked, keeping the same, wide, but not creepy, grin. The girl paused before looking up. She thought for a moment. For a brief moment, Scar sensed some sort of fear.
“Griana.” She mumbled. Scar tilted his head.
“Greeee-ana?” The girl shook her head.
“Griana,” she repeated, her voice the same tone.
“Gryena?” He asked once more before earning a giggle from the girl. He smiled even more, happy that the other was even having a positive emotion. He still didn't know what was funny.
“No-” She chuckled again, her wings relaxing.
“Yknow what, I'll just call you Gri, how about that?” He asked, shifting himself to sit criss-crossed. Griana looked up, Scar sensing hope and relief. She smiled, shaking her head. “Alright, Gri, wanna choose one?” He asked, looking back down at his toys now covered in sand.
Griana looked at the choices. Scar felt that she was disappointed or upset. He then looked around, frowning as well.
“Did you know that people think that dinosaurs had feathers? Cool, right? So weird that these things could have been full of feathers!! Oh, did you know-”
Scar started another rambling session. His mom had to sit through hours of talking about space, dinosaurs, this-weeks-longing-thought, so on and so forth. Besides met with a sigh or interruption, Griana sat through the whole thing, listening to every word. When something interesting was brought up, her wings would shutter with intriguedness.
The bell rang, breaking Scars yapping. Griana stood up, leaving Scar to collect his toys.
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Scar scribbled onto his paper, creating what hope to be his 50th drawing of The Death Star. He liked to imagine it was called The Death Scar. The teacher was explaining some assignment having to do with grouping or something. Whatever it was, he knew nobody was gonna be his partner. He had trouble with making friends, and he liked that, he didn't need friends to draw space!
A tap on his shoulder made him zone back into reality. He turned around to see Griana standing.
“Partner?” She asked, tilting her head. Scar thought for a moment. Seems like she needs a partner for the game or something. Let's see… Bdubs would be a nice teammate for her!
“Oh, have you talked to Bdubs? He loves-”
“No, you partner?" She asked once more. It finally clicked in Scars head. She was asking him to team up. Oh, this is new-
“Oh! Yeah, sure! Here,” He turned to the colorful chair. He pulled it out for Griana to sit in. He then went back to coloring before she tapped his shoulder again. Scar glanced back up and realized she was pointing to the board.
“Paper,” She said. The board said something about drawing family, Scar didn't really know, he's always had trouble reading. Scar nodded, turning to the middle of the table and grabbing two pieces of paper. He handed one to Griana before grabbing a black marker.
He started by drawing stick figures, one shorter than the other. He tilted his head side to side every now and then, his legs swinging under the chair beneath him and his tongue sticking out of concentration.
He was drawing him and his mom. He didn't find anything too bad about it, he loved his mom very much. Her wider figure made it so she gave the best hugs and warmth. He didn't know his dad much, it seemed he'd walked out after mom told him too.
He was finally done after 5 or so minutes. It was squiggly and messy, but Scar could care less. He was more excited about getting back to drawing his art.
He glanced over at Griana's page, which had three figures. Two seemed to be smaller while one was in the middle with medium height. He pointed, calling it out.
“Who's that?” He asked innocently. Griana paused, looking up with a blank expression.
“Siblings.” She responds, gripping onto her marker. Scar just nodded and went back to drawing. He didn't question the ‘no-parents’ deal, nor did it even pop in his head about asking.
“No question?” She quietly asked, her shoulders visibly relaxing. Scar shrugged, eyes still on his paper.
“No? I don't have my dad drawn and you aren't questioning!” Scar responded, sliding the paper with the two stick figures drawn. Griana looked at the picture, tilting her head.
“Oh, okay,” She responded, turning back to her own drawing. Scar hummed, lazily coloring, but with intent.
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The hour passed and drawings got turned in. School ended and Scar rocked on his feet, waiting for his mom. He thought about what happened today, and the thought of making a friend made him happily jog in place and flap his arms. The teacher standing next to him glanced over, smiling warmly before turning back to the road.
He couldn't wait to tell his mom about somebody new he met.