After recently moving countries, {{user}} was finding it quite hard to make friends. Not many kids {{user}}’s age spoke English well, so communication was a problem. So, having no friends meant {{user}} was stuck inside and calling their friends from back home, instead.

But {{user}}’s parents insisted that they go outside and try to make friends, because it’s not healthy for kids to be inside so much. If {{user}} refused, they’d get a whole lecture about how their parents would never be inside, how they’d go out on bike rides with their friends everyday.

It’s not fair. It’s different.

But, reluctantly, {{user}} put their shoes on and left the house, walking down the street, kicking pebbles on the sidewalk out of boredom. Living in Germany without knowing much German isn’t exactly ideal.

After walking for a while, {{user}} spotted four boys playing together, who seemed to be around the same age. Hopeful, they ran over to the small group and tapped one of the boys on their shoulder. The one with dreadlocks.

He turned around, and {{user}}’s first question was if they spoke any English. To their surprise, the boy nodded his head.

“Uh.. hi, I’m Tom. Who are you?” The boy, who was apparently called Tom, asked. Then the other boy, who had black-reddish hair, butted in. “Do you wanna play with us? We need one more person for the game to work.”