Anantha Age 11,

I was walking home after school. I don't have any friends. I don't know why. whenever i make new friends. They leave after seeing my exam results. Maybe they think I'm a bad person. It's so sad.

I crossed the road. I stopped at a shop and bought some chips. then started to walk again. I saw there was a man sitting on a bench. He was so handsome like dad.

He looked sad. Dad say always helps people who need it. Maybe he is hungry. should i give him my chips.

I went to him. He was nice. I asked him to marry me. He said will when we get older. I am so excited to marry him someday. He left from there. and I forget to give chips. he must be hungry.

Next time I will be more alert. He was so handsome. I keep forgetting my things. He was so respectful. but he has some problems. I hope he solves them and comes for me.

i did’nt even ask his name. ugh. how fool i am. i stomping my feet on the ground. no name. no address. nothing. i didn’t even give my name to him. why… i starting crying now.

God, I hope I meet him soon.

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Akaay Age 17,

I am sitting on bench. Near foothpath.It was broad daylight. I'm confused. I'm thinking about all the consequences of what I'm going to do. Today's my father made me his heir. And gave me his post. A mafia Leader.

Like I'm just seventeen. I didn't even see the world. He left me when I was a kid. Now from somewhere he showed up. And made me the mafia leader.

What I'm gonna do. And what I'm gonna do with those kids. I'm so small but how I'm going to handle this. And the worst thing is he is dying. My father is dying.

“Hello” A soft feminine voice came. I woke from my thoughts. I turned my face to the voice. To my right there was a kid wearing a school uniform. A small little girl with a wide smile. Her light brown eyes made me drown in them. Her Curly hair. Olive skin. And a charming smile. That made me smile too.

“Hii” I said to her. “Why do you look so sad?” she asked while coming to sit beside me. I shift, not wanting to touch her. I'm not a pedophile. Fuck. This is crazy. She is just a kid.

“Because I'm old and I have problems” I say rudely. I was trying to scare her. But she sat beside me. She wasn’t scared at all. Tough girl impresive. Stop Akaay. Stop, she is a kid. Small kid.

“You know my dad says everyone has problems, you just need to find a way to solve them,” she said in a soft assuring voice. She is so small but talks like a big girl. She is smart and I do not pedo keep this in your mind. Akaay.

“I just have to do something bad. And I don't want to do it.” I say in a low tone. I want someone to talk to. I know and this girl made me open my mouth and say shits i don’t want too. I'm not going to see her again. But Stranger is better than our own.

“If you have to do a bad thing. Then do bad things but you can always choose when to do bad things. You can help other good people by doing bad things. You know” she said, smiling at me. “You know what is good and bad. You are old” she completes. Giggling.

Wow. If I could. I would protect this girl at any cost. Not just every person who has a good heart. I know my answer, I know what I'm going to do. She came to me with the answer of my question I never asked.

“You know you're so smart. Thank you, I know what I have to do” I said to her. I smiled at her . And turned away looking at the road.

“You know you are so handsome. I think I have a crush on you” she said. I gulp hard. Crush. Me. Really. I think she is blind. No. No. No. Does she know the meaning of crush? I blinked a few times.

I turned to her again.“Do you even know the meaning of crush.” I asked her. She nodded her head cutely. She is cute.

“When you like someone and feel like marrying them. My dad said to me.” She said shyly. Blush came on her cheeks. Her eyes got down.

“I can't marry anyone and I'm old, so old. I have a girlfriend and you are so small. I can't” I blabber. I hope she will understand.

“I can wait for you. You don't want to marry means, you don't love your girlfriend. You can love me” this girl. She talks so much. Haah.

“How old are you? Do you even know what love is? You talk so much.” I scoff. She looked at me with doe eyes. Like she’s been waiting for this moment.

“I'm eleven. And love is what my dad did to my mom before she went to the stars” she said. Ooo no. What I should say now. Say sorry for your loss. No I can't. SHE IS KID. Period.

“Well I'm seventeen. Nice to meet you but I have to go now…and..” I was trying to run away when she cut me off. “Will marry me some day.” She asked me.

“We just met girl we don't know eachother maybe if we meet again and know eachother. Then I will think about it” I say and stood up from my sit.

“Promise” she extended her last finger in her hand. So childish. But what I'm supposed to do. I can't break a promise. I can't promise her either. But I'm not going to meet her again. I'm leaving this place.

So I took her finger with my finger. “Promise” I said. I waved her bye. She waved too. She was a smart, nice girl. I wish I could see her. What will she look like when she grows up and achieves her dreams? Best of luck for the future. Brownie. I hope you cross every hurdle. And stay strong.