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That dream kept coming back to her. Too many times to the point that she doesn’t know if it’s a memory or just her imagination playing with her.
The sun felt hot on young Clarke Griffin's face, as the weather started to change into summer. It was a beautiful day for Abby and her daughter to go to the park for some fresh air. After all the nagging and begging from the four year-old, Abby agreed to go get some ice cream for Clarke from the shop across the street. She didn’t forget to tell Clarke to stay right where she is in the playground and not to follow strangers.
Clarke was too entranced and busy playing with her new lion plush to even notice her surroundings. She always loved lions, as they are majestic, brave and proud, all she wanted to be when she grows up. Suddenly, she felt a hard push towards and her lion plush got snatch from her. Turning around, she found Pike, the troublesome kid in the neighborhood laughing with her toy in his hand.
“Give it back Pike.”
“If you want it so much Griffin, come and get it.” Pike said with another hard push towards Clarke.
Tears started to form in Clarke’s eyes, as she tried desperately chasing the boy down around the playground. Eventually, Clarke gave up and just sat down and cried. Pike was still standing there and mocking her. Abruptly, Clarke heard a stern voice:
“Hey kid, give that back to her.”
Clarke looked up and saw a tall girl with chestnut brown hair. The stranger looks older than Clarke, probably around twelve to thirteen years old. She has worn out clothes on, but even with that, she still looks gorgeous to Clarke, as she already secretly admires this stranger.
Pike was scared as he was approached by an older kid, so he dropped the toy and ran away. With a small smile, the stranger picked the lion up from the ground, brushed all the dust out and gave it back to Clarke. Still baffled from what happened, Clarke received it back with wide eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t count on it kid, it’s no problem.”
Green eyes poured into Clarke’s blue ones, as the stranger continues to speak.
“Please don’t cry anymore kiddo, it’s alright, I got your toy back.”
The stranger smile and wipe a tear from Clarke’s eyes. The contact gave Clarke goosebumps.
“Clarke!” Clarke heard her mom called her from afar.
Abby walked towards Clarke with a big ice-cream cone as she ran up to her mom excitedly to get the cone.
“Mom, mom, I gotta tell you this. Pike was bullying me and this nice girl helped me get back my toy.”
Clarke turned around. The stranger was gone. Nobody was there.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP.”
The sound woke her up. Looking at the numbers display on her alarm clock, seventeen year-old Clarke shook her head. I’m late again. Clarke thought as she eyed at the 7:30 number one more time.
It’s time to start a new week at school.