"Do you want to share my snack?" Maya asked, sitting down on the grass and holding out a small bag of pretzels.
The light in the classroom was soft, the kind of late afternoon gold that made everything look like a secret. Seven-year-old Maya sat at the back of the room, her legs swinging an inch above the floor. She wasn't looking at her workbook. She was looking at Chloe. lesbian small girls
As the bell rang to go back inside, they raced each other to the door, two small shadows dancing in the sun. If the story should continue, options include: Describing their next project in art class. "Do you want to share my snack
Chloe was drawing a dragon with bright green scales. Her tongue poked out just a little bit from the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating. Maya thought the drawing was wonderful. She liked how Chloe’s pigtails were never quite even and how they always shared the same favorite colors during art class. She wasn't looking at her workbook