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I had hurried over to the tree a little ways from the rest, and peered up into the branches. I had found a bird building a nest there a few days ago, and I had wanted to see how far she'd gotten. Today, the nest was nearly complete, and the mama-to-be bird was just sticking the last few twigs to the little bowl of nature.
"Hey, you,"
I looked around, to see that same girl standing a few feet away, arms crossed and mouth turned down.
"Um, hi," I replied, a little nervously, and tugged on one of my braids.
"What's your name?" Samantha asked sharply, and to my adult self, thirty years later, it doesn't seem all that sharply, in fact it's a little comical, a little girl with pigtails and a Hannah Anderson dress and leggings on, but to me, at seven years old, it was quite intimidating.
"A-Amy..." I stammered, feeling very small and _____less next to this big girl with her two friends standing behind her, Cindy looking just as intimidating, but Lucy staring hard at her Vel-Cro shoes.
"Okay, Amy, do you want to play with us?" Samantha said, glaring at me so hard I trembled.
No. "Um, okay," I said. My right braid was starting to come out now, little wisps of hair getting loose, and my eyes started filling with tears as I remembered how my Mama had said not to take them out, as she spent a good long time on them.
"Alright, well if you want to play with us we're playing tag," Samantha said, and a corner of her mouth turned up slightly when she said the word tag. "But it's a different kind than real tag. It's fairy tag."


