When I was in kindergarten I found my first love. As cheesy as it sounds it's true! You see it was raining that day in kindergarten!

Our teacher prohibited the whole class from going outside and wait until our parents came to pick us up. My sisters, Blossom and Buttercup, joined their own groups. Unlike them I was really shy and practically invisible to the whole class. I was soft spoken and couldn't hold a conversation with any other kids. Blossom was always teased, but she was really kind. Everyone looked up to her because she was really smart. As for Buttercup, she was one of the most athletic kids in our class. She was popular and really cool! I didn't stand out to them and I was their shadow. Though I didn't mind at all! I really loved watching them from a distance and not being in the center of attention.

On that day I decided to break the one rule our teacher had and snuck out the classroom. I didn't want to catch a cold so I wore my baby blue raincoat and bunny rain boots. Then I went outside and splashed in the puddles. It was really fun and I didn't want to go back inside! But a couple minutes later I felt eyes on me. When I searched around I found a boy my age. He was by the open school gate. He held a clear umbrella in his hand and wore a yellow raincoat with blue rain boots. His dirty blonde hair was brushed to the right and his dark blue eyes stared at me. We both studied each other and didn't know what to say. We eventually exchanged smiles and waved. He walked up to me and shared his umbrella.

"You're going to catch a cold if you keep splashing on the puddle." He spoke.

I grinned and said, "That's okay! Because I know I had fun!" Suddenly I felt really shy and nervous on how close he was. That was the first time I've ever been so close to a boy. "D-Do you want to play with me?" He didn't respond for a bit so I began to feel really nervous.

"Sure." When he said that I felt my chest flutter.

We began splashing puddles and splashing each other. We slipped on the mud a couple times but we didn't care. It was fun! We laughed and chased each other in the rain. I was so happy! This was the first time I played with someone who wasn't my sister or father! He was my first friend that wasn't an animal!

"THERE YOU ARE!" Growled an angry voice. We both turned to the voice in fear. This man resembled a chimpanzee to me for some reason and he looked really mean. For some reason the boy went in front of me like he was preventing the man from hurting me. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me? I told you and your brothers to stay home until I came home! I had to waste my sleep to search for you!"

"Sorry dad." The boy said. He didn't sound apologetic. "I was playing with my friend." When he said that I felt my chest grow warm. I was happy he considered me a friend as well.

His father scoffed. "Friend? Since when did you have friends? Lets go home before you regret it." He turned and began to walk away.

The boy turned to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. My dad is really mean." I shake my head and give him a reassuring smile. "It was fun playing with you! I hope we can play again!" He extended his hand.

Happily I shake his hand and said, "Me too. It was the first time I actually had fun."

"Same." When he grinned, it felt like the world grew brighter. My heart began beating faster and I was afraid it might explode. When he left I stood in the rain dumbstruck.

"BUBBLES UTONIUM! GET IN HERE!" My teacher yelled. I rushed back into the classroom out of panic. My teacher lectured me while drying me up. Sure enough I caught a cold, but I didn't care. All I could think about was that boy. Every time I thought of him my heart would race and my cheeks will feel warm. Whenever we were finished and waiting for the bell to ring, I would stare out the window to see if I could find him. To my disappointment he never showed up. What got me really mad was I didn't ask for his name! I continued to wait, but eventually summer came and we began first grade. I felt so sad I never got to see him again. Eventually we moved to a different town. My heart shattered when I knew I was never going to see him again.

No matter how many times I tried to forget him, he'll always be on my mind. I always found myself asking "What happened to him?", "Is he okay?", "Will I ever get to see him again?"

But more importantly, "Does he even remember me?"