It was recess and two girls sat side by side as they unpacked their home made lunches. They were no older than six, seeing as they were only in the first grade.

They weren't close, but the teacher had put them to sit together in the classroom. Their names were Angel and Kamsi.

They just finished eating, packing up their food flasks after a silent lunch. Sadly, none of them were aware of what would happen soon after. Kamsi had just put her flask into her lunch box when she reached to grab her fork, only to see Angel putting it in her lunchbox, leaving her fork on the table where they ate.

"That's my fork." Kamsi said bluntly, not one to show emotion nor start an argument as she reached out an open hand.

"No it's mine. You're fork is there on the table." Angel spoke, her voice high and squeaky, holding the other's fork to her chest.

There are two people to blame for this current situation. Firstly, their respective mothers. For having bought the same colour of plastic forks for them, but not with the same design, and for packing lunches that had to be eaten with forks for the both of them on the same day. Both actions purely coincidental of course.

Secondly, them. For placing both forks side by side on the table when packing their lunches. Again, purely coincidental.

Of course being the whiny children they are, they began to argue and disrupt the peacefulness of the classroom until they were called to the teacher's table by the teacher herself. "What happened?" She asked calmly.

Kamsi and Angel made eye contact before trying desperately to talk over the other as they explained it was their fork and the other was mistaken.  The teacher hushed them and told them to bring both forks to her table. They did as told and each dropped a fork on the teacher's table. She then proceeded to listen to them one by one.

"Ma'am this is my fork." Kamsi had the liberty of speaking first. "This fork was placed closest to my lunch, and it wouldn't make sense that 'my' fork would be close to her and not me." She pouted, almost at the point of whining and stomping her feet.

The teacher nodded before gesturing for Angel to speak. "Ma'am this fork is mine. This was the one close to me, she's lying."

The teacher sighed, clearly there was no way of solving this fairly as the only witnesses to this matter were Kamsi and Angel themselves. She pursed her lips, making a decision as she handed each a fork. "Now no more arguing." She told them.

Kamsi's breath hitched, and she felt tears forming in her eyes looking at the fork in her hands, an almost transparent yellow and was that an alien design at the end of it?

It wasn't hers.

She didn't want to make a scene so she took a deep breath and stomped to her seat, practically throwing 'her' fork in her lunchbox as Angel walked quietly to her seat, and packed up as well.

She disliked her seatmate now.

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The next day, the students were doing their daily practicing. The practice being to kneel down until you read all the charts in the classroom, and so Kamsi knelt beside her seatmate Angel, still bitter from the events of the day before. She had been moving from side to side on the floor until she felt a sharp pain on her knee, her hand instantly flying to cup the place of pain.

She sat on the floor, stretching her legs out so she could see her knee. She had scraped it, and now that it was exposed to the air it stung even more.

She began to cry, frustrated from the events of yesterday and the fact she had to sit beside Angel. The teacher instantly noticed and rushed to her aid, her eyes catching the injury instantly. By now the whole class was looking at the scene silently, some amused that she was crying from the little wound.

Before the teacher could open her mouth to speak on the matter, a student silently crouched beside the crying girl on the floor with a baby wipe in her hands.

It was Angel.

She avoided eye contact and carefully cleaned the exposed wound before getting another one and tying it around her knee. "Take care of yourself." She said simply, moving to go away, before being engulfed in a hug by Kamsi.

Her eyes widened slightly, hands frozen in the air, before she blinked and brought her arms to wrap around the now sniffling girl.

"I'm sorry." They both whispered silently.

And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Currently ten years of age. After second grade Angel went to another school, and she's currently in a boarding school, but I could spend friendship day with her today and she actually reminded me of the day we became friends.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY EVERYONE.