Aila followed Hollie to her small group of friends; some were making daisy chains and placing them everywhere, in their hair, around their necks, wrists and even trying to make rings. Hollie sat down beside them, but Aila did not follow; she had a lot of energy and knew that it would make her crazy if she sat down. There was a hopscotch outline painted on the ground beside the field, and so she began hopping on top of it.
After finishing her third round of hopscotch, she turned around to find an older looking, plump girl standing at the start, her arms crossed and a sneer on her face. Aila blinked back at her, not daring to speak and waited for what was to come.
"What's your name, new kid?" The plump girl crinkled her nose as she looked Aila up and down.
"Aila," She responded and began walking towards the girls on the field, making daisy chains.
"Aila. What an awful name," The girl followed behind her, "your parents have terrible taste."
