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1- The two young kids exchanged shoves and hair tugs with non-innocent intentions, in an expression of what they would have explained as hate. The redheaded girl scratched unfruitfully her small enemy's neck, while he shook her violently.
Thinking it was a rather cute scene, their mothers watched from afar, without worrying about the violence.
"My God, will you look at them?" exclaims with a smile one of them, who shared her son's prominent nose.
"They love each other!" replies with the same excitement the other one, whose hair was considerably darker hair than her daughter's.

2- The redhead hears a call, but she doesn't know where it comes from. She looks around, but in her backyard there's nothing other than dead plants and some cardboard boxes scattered around, until she finally notices a kid her age behind the small wooden fence, next to a plastic container with old boxes inside. A conversation starts with ease.
"Yeah, we just moved in. My mom and dad aren't married anymore." she comments, with a sad tone to her voice.
"... you wanna come over and play Nintendo?" the freckled boy asks innocently, trying to cheer her up.
Their chat continues - they talk of things that anyone other than a ten year old kid like them would find insignificant - until they reach the videogame, which evidently erases any trace of their social abilities.

3- Walking past her school in the cold winter chill, the redhead had the slight hope that her trip would have no interruptions this time. Wrong.
"Hey, dogface! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" exclaims a boy from the stairway on the front door, accompanying his remarks with barking-like sounds. Two friends are faithfully next to him, one laughing and the other one watching sadly the scene.
The bespectacled young girl exhales trying to contain her anger, and keeps walking.

4- "Ah, shit..." mumbles a boy with an eccentric look - wearing black from head to toe, with tight black pants and a designer jacket, and a well-cared red mohawk - checking his pockets. Nothing; the ID was somewhere else.
A redheaded girl around her age walks by the bar, and stares at him discretely for a few seconds.
"You don't happen to have a fake ID on you, do ya?" he inquires with some hope. She checks the back pockets of her pants - the front ones are just for decorating - and shakes her head.
"Ah... I wanted to get drunk tonight..." he grunts, frustrated.
"Can't help with that, but what about some coffee?" offers the teenage girl, smiling.
The question surprises him at first, but he accepts with a grin.