Gail, Pam, Stella, and Ewart now found themselves hanging around the old playground after a long day of teaching. Having changed out of their work clothes, the teenage prodigies were enjoying some much needed downtime.
The teens loved going to this playground, it was rarely visited and quiet. For the quartet it meant that after changing into something more, age appropriate, they were able to blend in just like any other normal kid.
Not that group wanted to be normal mind you, despite some downsides they very much revelled in being genius prodigies. The park though was a rare, private place for them. A place away from prying eyes where they could cut loose without embarassing themselves in front of their students.
"Check this out," Ewart bellowed. The girls now turned, watching as the athletic teen did a backflip off the monkey bars, landing perfectly.
"Careful Ewart," Gail called. "You dont want to break an ankle or something."
"Geez such a downer," he grumbled.
"Hes got a point Gail," Stella stated as she now hung upside down. "You really need to relax."
"I am relaxed," Gail countered.
"Could of fooled me," Pam giggled as she continued to apply a garishly bright color to her toes. "You sound like the stick up your butt has a stick up its butt."
The others laughed, causing Gail to frown as she looked at Pam's handiwork. "What's with nails Pam? It's not like you can show them off at work."
"And that's precisely why I'm doing it Gail," Pam countered. "No open toe shoes at work. I can have a little fun doing this."
"And fun is something you really need to have Gail," Ewart stated as he clamored up to where the girls were sitting.
"I'm having fun," Gail answered defensively.
Stella, Pam, and Ewart now gave the girl a look of doubt. "Yeah sure," they scoffed. As they now glanced around the park, they spotted something that immediately made them smirk. "Why dont you get on the swings Gail? You used to love seeing how high you could go."
"I'm too old for that now," Gail said haughtily.
"Ugh oh my god Gail," Pam exclaimed. "You only turned 13 two monthes ago! Now get your narrow ass on those swings or me and Stella are giving you a makeover."
Gail gulped, she knew Pam wasnt kidding and she had no desire for her friends to give her a makeover. Pam was notorious for going overboard with her 'artistic expression' whenever they had a sleepover. Sighing in frustration the red haired teen now climbed down, making her way to the swings.
As Gail now sat down and began to swing she coukdnt help but feel a bit embarrassed. "This is stupid," she whined. Gail's friends though encouraged her to keep going. Grunting in frustration the teen continued swinging, gaining height as she pumped her legs.
As Gail felt the wind whipping through her hair, she couldnt help but smile. She always loved swinging, soaring through the air as the wind whipped against her. It was one of those things that gave her an adrenaline rush, making her forget she was a child prodigy. "Watch this," she laughed.
Gail's friends now watched in awe as she sailed higher and higher, the teens momentum almost carrying her over the bar. As she swung forward she now jumped from the swing at the highest point, sailing through the air. As Gail crashed to the ground her friends now ran to her out of fear, only to find Gail laughing hysterically.
"You dork you could of killed yourself," Stella stated, half mad and smiling at her friend.
"Who's the stick in the mud now," Gail giggled, sticking her tongue out.
As the teens now laughed, they failed to notice a young Asian girl with white hair and crystal blue eyes enter the park. Sachiko smirked as she studied the teens, after talking with Henry she knew exactly who these four were. "Hi there," she chirped.
The teens stopped dead, staring at the young girl. None of them had ever seen another person at this park before, let alone a young kid. "Umm hey kid," Ewart said slowly. "Are you lost or something?"
Sachiko shook her head no as she continued to smile at the group. "No I'm not lost," she said happily. "I like to come her to play sometimes."
"Where are your parents," Pam asked.
"At home," Sachiko answered. "But dont worry I've been to the park by myself before."
The teens were obviously confused. This girl couldnt be older than 8 years old. What kind of parent would let a girl this age just play by themselves in some old forgotten playground.
"You guys look like fun," Sachiko said. "You wanna play?"
"What's your name," Stella asked, flipping into guidance counselor mode.
"My names Sachiko," she said happily. "And I like to have fun."