My first love by Natalie M.

Mary Jane was my first love. I had wonderful memories about her. She was my inspiration to go higher and higher.

Flying in the bright blue sky, my first love soared magnificently in the azure blue sky. The cool breeze brushed lightly on my face. I was overwhelmed with joy. The Greene Park, near my house, had never looked as beautiful as this. Four other kids had nicer "love" than mine - eagle, butterfly and great-colored kites. But I did not mind, my plain white kite had always been there for me. She was my only love!

I was having a date with Mary near a huge tall tree when the great wave of wind blew. She crashed to the tree. I stared at it, mouth gaping and eyes widened. I tried to pull it with the string that was attached to her. But the string snapped!

"Somebody, help me please!" I yelped in dismay.

A young boy about my age came towards me. He had a colorful butterfly kite. He stood next to me and he got his kite too near to the tree and it landed there too. A pang of guilt struck me. If I had not asked for help, his kite would not be stuck! Beads of perspiration broke out, we were totally in despair.

"I am sorry… How should I address you?" I asked him, guilt-stricken.

"My name is Damy," he replied, forcing a smile, an unpleasant one.

Thank god he was not angry at me. A girl sitting on a bench reading a book turned around. When she saw us, she turned back to read her book. How indifferent she was? A boy was cycling on the track and he looked at us but he just went on cycling. Oh my, were these people really that unhelpful?

Damy and I were so sweaty by now. I could sense his despair. I was also so sad that I could not do anything! I tried to keep my composure but no idea flashed through my puny brain. I felt so stupid.

"The tree is too tall for us. There is nothing we can do, let's just go home," Damy suggested.

I shook my head. I was the kind of person who hung on to thing to the last bit. I tried to hold back my tears but I could not. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Damy dragged me out of the park. My eyes were just fixed on the kites. I could not take my eyes off them.

"Bye, Mary Jane. I will miss you, " I cried tearfully. "You are so mature, Damy," I admired him from the bottom of my heart.

We went separate ways. Along the way, I braced myself to face the music. My mom would be raging like a bull and I prepped myself to receive an earful from her.

My heart broke, I had lost my first love. My shoulders were droopy, my eyes were teary and my lips quivered. I was really upset. When I arrived home, I opened the door and saw my mom inside, watching television.

" Hi, did you have fun?" my mom asked cheerfully.

"My kite was stuck at the tree. Sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay. That kite is so old. You deserve a new kite," my mom exclaimed. That was exactly the opposite of what I expected to hear.

"Thanks a lot, Mom," I tried to sound excited but deep in heart I still felt a void where Mary was supposed to be. My mom bought me a new kite and I loved it as much as I loved Mary.

From that incident, I learnt to let go of things. Perhaps, that was exactly what Mary would want. I had become a more mature boy and Damy had since become my good friend.