Little weridos on the playground, heros that are bound.

The cold october breeze rustled the resting leaves on the wet floor, still soaked from last night's downpour. And yet, the duo wasn't afraid of the playground, never was. They both found out they were a little 'different' from the others, it was facanating to see the same things as someone, to relate to the struggles of studying while being Dyslexic and having ADHD. The playground was always theirs to rule, no one dared coming. All the kids ran in the opposite direction at the site because a year ago, you and Nico made up a rumor that someone died at the ground -just so you could get the whole ground to yourselves; it worked though, and now, none of the kids dare step foot in the ground

"Hurry up slow poke!"

Nico was already on top of the playhouse, snacking on a few fries from McDonald's, impatiently watching as you slowly came up the Playhouse, too scared to slip on the water and fall.