She kicked the orange leaves that blanketed the ground angrily. She banged her little foot, again and again letting her frustration run into the ground. By the time she was done, there wasn't a crispy leaf in sight.
She spun around, her face scrunched up in annoyance as someone laughed behind her. A young boy with shaggy, blonde hair stood smirking, leaning casually on the nearest lamp post.
"What?" She spat at him, causing his lips to twitch upwards.
"Why are you so angry?" He answered, with a question. She spun back round and went back to destroying the fallen leaves, ignoring him.
"I asked you a question." He said, walking to stand in front of her. Golden curls had managed to escape the two plaits that were bouncing around as she stomped her feet.
"And I ignored it." she told him. Then she stopped her feet and sighed. She sat down and leant her head against her garden wall. He followed suit, but she didn't mind. Not really.
"Are you annoyed at me?" He asked her, almost worried. He bit his lip, while he watched for her reaction. After she didn't answer, he shook her arm.
"I'm sorry I laughed. It's just you looked funny jumping about." He said to her. She turned round and looked him in the eye, her expression softening.
"It's not you. I was already angry." She pouted her lips, and looked down. "It's my birthday tomorrow."
He frowned, confusion shaping his face. "Why are you angry about your birthday?" He almost laughed again, but managed to refrain from doing so. She looked so hopeless, he didn't want to hurt her.
"It's silly, and you'll laugh." She muttered, sticking her bottom lip out.
"Try me." He said, smiling again. She looked up at him and then turned towards her house.
"Mummy doesn't believe that I still talk to you. She gets angry when I tell her." she told him, changing the subject.
He just shrugged his shoulders. "Don't care. Don't tell her then." He picked up a leaf and began pulling it apart absent-mindedly.
"I lied. I told her I don't see you no more. And it made me think ..." She let the sentence hang in the air.
"Is that it? You don't want to see me no more?" He went to stand up, but she grabbed his arm horrified he had come to that conclusion.
"No, no, of course I want to see you! It's just ..." She bit her lip.
"Spit it out." He said, impatiently.
"Well, tomorrow I will be ten. And you will still be nine. What if I can't see you tomorrow because I will have grown up?"
He laughed loudly, and went to hug her but she pushed him away.
"Told you, you'd laugh!" she muttered, blushing heavily.
"I'll always be here for you. I promised you didn't I? Before the bus came? I'll never leave you."
She turned to him, and took in the purple bruise above his eye. They never talked about it, and it was strange for him to mention the bus. Still, she wouldn't be sure till tomorrow.
"I've got to go." She said, standing up. "If I see you tomorrow, I'll give you some of my cake."
He grabbed her arm before she could leave.
"Not if - when. When you see me tomorrow, you will give me all your cake. Deal?"
She turned around, but he had already disappeared.
"Deal." She whispered.
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Comments: I kind of just went with the first thing that came to mind. I don't know if you got it, but the little boy was the ghost of an old friend of hers.