Summer… is the season once neglected in the 2nd dimensioner's eye and was now celebrated as a yearly tradition to celebrate its lovely warmth and joy.
Summer… is the time for ice-cream cones, cycling in the park and playing outdoor sports. Children of all ages run outside, gallivanting in the sunlight while releasing all their perspiration all the while.
Summer... is the season that brought goodness upon the coldest of hearts. The once grumpy and stern Heinz Doofenshmirtz has now happily declared summer celebrations as a compulsory tradition to be followed in the 2nd dimension town. With a bright grin, the dictator always shone with happiness among his people, even letting them free without living under his cruel rules.
But if it weren't for one triangular headed orphan boy, this wouldn't have happened and Summer will be hated… forever.
And that orphan boy… is me
"Okay class, as we all know by now, we are only a day away to the end of summer!" Ms Simpson announced causing a chorus of delight to fill the room. "And also," the teacher held up a hand for silence. "It will be the day to start autumn afterwards so as usual, Mayor Doofenshmirtz is coming over and we must each present a contribution to him." The students all took out their projects to be given to the mayor - from handmade cards to miniature statues of clay and so on.
Every child in the class has something to present. Except for… "Phineas?" Ms Simpson stopped by at the said boy's desk. "Haven't you made something to give to the mayor?" Phineas looked saddened but managed to quickly put on a positive expression. "Yes Ms Simpson, I do have something for Mayor Doofenshmirtz!" He then returned to his sad state. "But I still need a little time to finish it. And I don't wanna show it until that day comes." Ms Simpson nodded and placed a hand on the ten-year old's shoulder.
Out of all the students, Phineas was the one who gained most of her sympathy. Phineas and his family were caught in a fire in their home last year and his mother and father did not survive for they put the children first before themselves. Only he and his older siblings were left, thriving under his sister's care. The bell rang signalling the end of the day and the students flooded out of the classroom. Phineas was a little behind so Ms Simpson escorted him to the door, only to have a strong gust of wind blow into them.
Phineas picked up his bag and went outside. "Take care Phineas! The winds are always strong at this time of the year!" Ms Simpson called out as she watched the boy walk farther away. "I will Ms Simpson!" Phineas called back and went on. When farther from the school, Phineas sighed. "Oh great…" he muttered to himself as a gust brushed past his dark brown shirt. "What am I gonna give Doofenshmirtz?"