Amber was a fat child. (I know – who cares. Every child was fat or buck toothed or ugly in some way.)
One day when Amber was playing alone outside, a group of older kids stopped to talk.
She was crouched down over the cap of a water pipe. She looked up when one girl called out in a way that sounded kind.
“What are you doing?”
Shrug. “Exploring, I guess.”
Older girls always seemed so cool in skinny acid wash and pale blue eyeshadow.
The girl with the sweet voice asked Amber what she thought was down there.
She shrugged. The fun was in imagining the possibilities. Anything could be down there.
“We’re not supposed to say, but there’s a whole shit load of candy down there.”
Amber’s eyes lit up. That was the best news ever. “Really?”
“Ya!” The older girl elbowed her friends who nodded on cue.
The one with the biggest earrings said, “It’s a big secret so all the kids don’t get together to break the cap off. Every kind of candy you can imagine. Pop Rocks, Nerds, Tootsie Rolls, Oh Henry Bars.”
Amber felt happier than she had in months.
“Good luck getting the cap off, though,” said Kind Voice, “it’s on there tight.”
“I’ll figure it out. I’m really smart.”
“We can tell. That’s why we told you the secret.”