Phyre sat alone on one of the swings, looking down at her plush toy as she stroked it behind its ear. Despite being around for sometime, Phyre hadn't managed to get a lot of friends. She didn't know why, but she just found it hard to make friends with real people. Her family it came naturally, but other freshlings it seemed so hard to get to know them. However, before she became a junior Phyre knew that she wanted to try to make more friends, even if it made her cry. There had to be some way for her to befriend another freshling, perhaps someone who was like her?
Looking around the playground, Phyre began to search for someone she thought she could try to befriend, but seeing no one off the top of her head. She was sure there was more mutated freshlings than just her on this playground, so where were they?
Ember-babe
