Going home was like a blessing in disguise for some of the 1st graders, as they flooded out of the school building and into the loving hands of their parents.
"Mommydaddymommydaddymommydaddyyourhere!" cried Kit excitedly as she ran to her parents.
Even Drake, who was known for his sometimes formal behavior,ran to his parents in a short burst of excitement. His mother laughed lovingly as his father stroked his platinum blond hair. Kit stuck her tongue out at drake in an antipathetic manner.
"Kit!" her mother exclaimed. "That's not very nice you should apologize".
Kit looked up at her father in horror. Her father gave her a knowing look, but shrugged his shoulders.
"You know the rules Kit-Kat, if you want to send your rival a message...you should do it discreetly" he replied jokingly.
"That is not the right thing to be telling kids, witty but no" Kit's mom replied matter-of-factly. "You should be nice to people to the best of your abilities...unless their being completely unreasonable, then you don't be mean, you must be firm" she stated proudly.

"Well that's quite alright,Mrs. I am aware how some girls can be and as long as it's playful right? I am sure kit meant no harm....right Kit?"
Kit hadn't noticed that Drake and his parents had walked over, until she felt a harp pinch on her backside.
"Right!" she replied quickly, more interested to find out where the pinch had come from.

As the children said their goodbyes to one another, Drake walked over to where Kit sat the swings, saying her goodbyes to some of the girls.
"Kit" he addressed her in a charming voice.
One of the girls giggled and with a tiny 'goodbye Kit' ran back to her parents, along with the other girls, leaving Kit all alone with Drake.
"You messed up my favorite shirt you know". This was not a question.
"So what!? I am glad it's messed up, you messed up my flowered green blouse too." she shot back at him with a pout.
"That I did" he said thoughtfully. He began to walk away back to his parents, when after a moment he said:I hope you enjoyed the pinch, see you tomorrow.
When Kit finally registered what he had said he had already made it back to his parents.
"Kit, come on we're going home now!
Kit sat there on the swing for a moment, watching Drake leave with his parents. It was as if he was beginning to see him in a new light. She finally got up, dusted of her black pants, and ran back to her parents as soon as she heard the calling for her again.
"Coming!" she called out.
The evening sky began o descend upon the school yard, until there was no one left, and it was all dark outside with no light, save for the street lamps.