“Sweety, time to get up!" Mom called out the weekday morning. "Get up or you’ll miss the bus, Sweety?"

Silence.

"Humph," she said, "I guess I’ll go to Tommy’s room. Felix, time to get up or you'll miss the bus!"

More silence.

"Not again, where are those children!?”

She was doing this because they had school that morning. Then she saw them in the corner of her eye.

“There they are all dressed and ready for school in the kitchen having breakfast. I am so, so, so happy with you three."

“Thank you,” Violet said. "I put my alarm on so I got up and we both got up. I thought it would be a surprise to you.”

“It was very hard to get me up," Felix said. "And where is your Dad? I thought this was his day off from work. Is he working, going to work without Tommy and I knowing, or in the downstairs room asleep?”

“He is working… not going to work without you knowing, but hurry up or you’ll definitely miss the bus. You three might be late for school and get extra homework."

“Okay, okay." She teased. "We’re going, gone; to go to school so we won’t get extra homework as you said so Mom."

“Definitely,” said Felix.

“Hey, Violet!" Mom smiled. "You can’t joke around with me like that,”

“Ha Ha ha ha hee hee ha ha haha hee ha hee ha ha hee hee ha hee ha giggle giggle. That was funny,” laughed Tommy.

When they got to school they did their usual thing, hearing school stuff. At recess, they went to an alien kid, "Psst, over here. You two, I need your help so I can see my parents. I am from the Planet Ceareke," said the alien kid.

"Who are you?" Violet asked.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm-"

He was interrupted by Felix and Violet.

"We know; we know," they said.

"What is your name? Is it Felix?" Violet teased.

"Vio-" Felix got interrupted.

"No, my name is Starster," Starster answered.

"Do you have super powers? Can something here on earth weaken you like Superman? Why is your name, Starster? Are you normal here? Are you ill? Did you explode after you landed here, but don't remember? Do you have six packs? Do you have a girlfriend? You have brothers and sisters, right? You should get some science done on you since you came from a different world," questioned Violet. She had a secret crush on him.

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While she spoke, Felix saw a familiar small silver half-opened backpack resting on the side of the wall. Everyone was playing except for a big boy of seven years old and a girl of six. They were Truman McCloudre and Hope Aaron. Felix had always been too nervous to talk to Hope since she didn't want to be his friend. Truman scared all the kids and was the one who started calling Felix, Ghost Boy in the first place. Normally, he would have done nothing but something was different about today. Hope was crying. The girl with the musical voice was crying.

Traces of her ripped red hair lay in her fingers. Inside the strands, was a locket made of silver. It was the most beautiful thing Felix had ever seen. As he swung his backpack over his shoulder, she slowly zipped up her own, pulling it over her shoulders. Hope bumped into Truman as she shyly walked across her path of red and tears.

He shoved her into the wall growling, "Hey, don’t walk into me weirdo!”

Her grip tightened as she slid down the wall her own tears without saying a word. His attack was met with crying avoidance.

He grabbed the chain of her locket. "You loser, always crying, Whatchu got a little baby? I bet it’s a baby sucking thing.”

Hope's brown eyes widened like two mirrors that were deeply being gazed into after a ravenous cleaning. They reminded the boy of his room after the dynamite engulfed everything in flames. He would never forget The Black Figure towering over him.

"We should meet again sometime," the Black Figure had said. Felix completely forgot about his big sister and the alien kid at this point with his attention glued on the little girl and bully. They were sharing that cluelessness of absolute terror.

“Le'go you big baby!" Truman growled. "You're too gross to be a girl, baby with it'd bottle."

Felix faced them. The boy decided he was not going to let this girl go through this terror alone. He had his Dad's arms just in when he had been terrified. It was time for her to feel the same safety with him. "She’s not a baby. She’s a girl.”

“Yeah and girls have cooties. Girls are bad.”

The silver chain broke and Hope's silver locket got thrown from her fingers. The girl seemed to break as she grabbed his hand desperately, trying to pry them open. Truman shoved her against the wall with complete nuisance. With a thud, she dropped to the floor before getting to cling to his hands where the locket now was.

“Let go, baby!"

Her grip was tighter this time. He tried to push her away again, but she managed to stay firmly clasped.

“Ge'lost cootie-breath.”

Felix would rather not get involved in this. He didn’t want to get beaten up, he didn’t want that girl to get bullied. She was so small compared to him. Nobody should get hurt. He trotted over to them with a goofy smile on his face. “Hey, you guys wanna come over sometime? We can play with Legos and lots of games.”

The little boy and little girl looked over at Felix. The divergence made them forget about the fight and their grip loosened around each other.

“Yeah," said Truman. "'kay!”

Hope on the other hand (literally) had her mind muttering with nervousness. Nobody had ever asked her to come over to their house before. Ever since her mom's death, not a single student had talked to her.

She shook her head no.

“Why?” Felix asked.

She shook her head again, violently this time. Her eyes glanced back to her locket in the boy's hand.

“Why?” he asked.

"Good," Truman smirked. “We don't need any stupid girls with us.”

Felix pried the locket from between his fingers. “She’s not stupid; she’s cute.”

The redhead took herself off the boy before walking a few steps to Felix, and hastily grabbing the silver accessory from his hands. This time she spoke. It sounded like music. “I’m not cute! I’m cooties.”

“Why?” Felix asked.

She ignored his question and walked back to her backpack. She threw it over her shoulders before pushing through the bigger kid to proceed to the classroom.

“Hey!” he snapped, "Where yah goin’?”

She kept running.

He chased after her. “Hey!”

The poor child forgot his backpack in the playground.