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6 years old.
"Could you be my best friend?
I'll tell you all my secrets [...]
Could you be my best friend?
Can we be friends?"
The September weather was leaving behind all the traces of the warmness of summer, leaving a gray sky over Wilson's head that soon released a cold drizzle.
He didn't even have an umbrella and he was by himself.
His mom left him in front of the big old scary building, gave him a kiss on the head and warned him to be a good kid.
Everywhere he looked around was crowded with parents with their children and teachers slowly calling the kids inside.
It's the first day of 1st grade and he was frightened.
He was never good at making friends in kindergarten cause he never liked what every other little boy his age liked.
He remembers going to school with the Barbie doll he received for Christmas, when David flushed her head down the toilet.
He never cried more.
He didn't understand why they did that to him and not to Emily who received the same doll.
That day his mom sat him down on her knee and explained to him that he's "different" than the other boys but still, he didn't understand why.
Why was he an outcast? He once heard his mom on the phone with Miss Elle saying that at his age he shouldn't know what loneliness feels like and that she should've encouraged the other kids to play with him.
And Miss Elle tried her best but the other kids simply didn't like him.
Maybe because he was the teacher's pet of the art and music teachers, or because his favourite colors to paint with were pink and purple while the other boys his age liked blue and black. Or maybe it was for the fact that he hated football but still silently cried everytime he was picked last for a team.
Maybe things would've been different at the new school.
Mom said that this is a school for grown kids. Maybe this time he would've fitted in and maybe... —
"Hey Wilson take this!" David kicked the ball directly to his face making him lose his balance and falling into a puddle of mud.
His face was burning for the ball's kick and tears quickly washed away traces of mud on his face.
Every kid around him was laughing at him.
David high fived Marcus and ran away into the courtyard.
Maybe things weren't going to get better at the new school.
Maybe he was doomed to be the weird kid that nobody liked everywhere he went.
Soon after they left he heard a nice soft voice coming from behind him saying a simple "Hey".
Wilson didn't respond because he felt like he was gonna burst into a pool of tears if he opened his mouth.
"I said hey. It looks like you need a hand."
The little boy, now standing in front of him had a nice smile and a comforting aura around him.
He was slightly taller than him and had dark blond hair and fair skin.
His eyes were blue like the ocean in the sunniest day of summer.
He offered Wilson his hand to get off the ground and when he was back on his feet he kept holding it.
"Your elbow looks scraped. Can I kiss it? When my mommy kisses where it hurts i always feel better."
Wilson was about to tell him that his arm was too dirty to get kissed but, before a single word could leave his mouth, the other kid was gently kissing his scraped elbow covered in mud.
"I'm Brando. But you can call me Bran."
Wilson was so confused. Why was this boy so gentle with him? If David saw it he would've given Bran hell too but he didn't seem to care.
"I'm... I mean my name is Wilson... yeah i'm Wilson."
Bran started laughing.
"Your name sounds so silly. I'm gonna call you Will. Can I?"
Wilson was confused to why Brando would ever need to use his name again, he wasn't even sure he attended the same school since he had just appeared out of nowhere and wasn't wearing a uniform.
But he seemed nice so he simply replied with: "Of course you can Brando.
"It's Bran. I don't like Brando."
"Okay so i call you Bran and you call me Will?"
"Okay, Will."
"Deal, Bran."