Yet another short drabble from me. This was originally part of a drabble series I deleted, but I made a few changes. As always, Enjoy & Review.

Just like Kindergarten…

“Mommy!” The little boy with brown hair said softly, pulling his mom to her knees so he could whisper in her ear. “I don’t wanna go to kindergarten!” As he said this, his eyes began to well with tears.

“Honey,” Her mother said wearily, as if she’d had this conversation many times before “Why don’t you want to go to Kindergarten? Doesn’t the teacher look nice?” She said, pointing to a woman wearing a long denim dress.

Troy’s lower lip began to stick out in a pout. “No. She looks mean! And I’ll be all alone!” Just as he was saying that, a little boy with coco colored skin and very curly hair ran in wearing a basketball jersey.

“Why are you crying?” He asked. “Only babies cry.”

“I’m not crying!” Troy protested, his little voice oozing indigence.

A little girl with blonde pigtails stepped in between the two boys. “Stop fighting!” She ordered.

The little boy with the curly afro looked up at her with awe. “You’re pretty.” he said, his eyes as big as saucers. “Can we be friends?”

Troy glared at curly haired kid. Why should he get to be friends with the pretty blonde girl? He saw her first. “No!” Troy shouted. “She’s my friend!”

The girl looked between the two boys. “Well, I do need a new friend because my brother,” She paused to point at a little boy, his hair covered in a bright green hat, crying into his mother’s arms. “Is too busy crying to mommy to play with me. But you’re mean!” She declared, pointing at the curly haired boy. “You were making fun of this boy. So I want to be friends with this boy!” She said in a bossy tone, grabbing Troy’s arm.

Troy smiled shyly up at the girl, and when she wasn’t looking, stuck his tonge out at the curly haired boy. “Fine!” The curly haired boy said. “Only babies play with girls! All the cool kids play basketball!” And with thatm he stalked off to a brunette boy playing with a plastic basketball hoop.

The blonde girl looked at Troy, fear evident in he big brown eyes. “You aren’t gonna leave me to play basketball, are you?”

Troy smiled at her sagain. “Of course not, I’d never leave you!”

“Good! She said, smiling. “My name’s Sharpay, what’s yours?” She asked, taking his hand and leading him over to the plastic playhouse.

“My name’s Troy.” He replied with a little smile.

Mrs. Bolton looked over to where her son was playing with Sharpay. She smiled to herself as she made him play house with her.

“…I’m gonna be the Mommy, and you’re the Daddy, okay?” She asked.

Troy nodded. “Okay, but where’s the baby?”

Sharpay rolled her eyes. “The birdie’s gonna bring it later. Duh, Troy.”

Mrs. Bolton was about to leave, when she heard something that made her grin even bigger.

“Hey, Troy?”

“Yeah, Sharpay?”

“Let’s be best friend forever!”

“Forever and ever!”