Leo held his mom's hand tight as they walked into the new classroom. A bright red truck sat on the toy shelf. Bye, sweetie! Leo's mom squeezed his fingers once and let go.
Leo walked over to the red truck. A boy with messy curly hair was already there, pushing the truck across the floor. Vroom vroom! Leo reached out. Mine! the boy said, pulling the truck closer.
Leo stepped back and stood by the bookshelf. He picked up a book about trucks, but his eyes kept drifting to the red truck across the room. A ladybug crawled along the windowsill. Tick, tick, tick.
Leo sat on the tiny blue chair in the quiet corner. He folded his hands in his lap. He watched the red truck zoom across the room from far away.
The red truck zoomed past Leo and stopped with a soft clunk at his feet. The boy with messy hair sat down beside him. Do you want to push it?
Leo nodded slowly. Together? Leo nodded again. They pushed the red truck across the floor — vroom, vroom, vroom — until it bumped gently into the bookshelf.
After class, Leo's mom came to pick him up. But Leo stayed for a little longer. He and the boy with messy hair had so much more truck to play with.
Leo stayed in the classroom after mom picked him up. He and the boy with messy hair took turns driving the red truck through a tunnel made of blocks. The ladybug was still on the windowsill, watching.
