It was a beautiful day that early summer; yellow and purple wild flowers bloomed all along the meadow leading to a small fishpond as clear as crystal. There, in the tall grass just under an oak tree, giggling could be heard, and a radio.

The oldies station was on, playing top hit summer tunes for the happy pair. Suddenly, a very different Sally Perkins stood up, wild flowers stuck in her hair and sings out the lyrics to Mrs. Robinson which was playing on the radio.

"You look like a fool!" said a boy lying on the ground, pulling Sally down to him.

She laughed as she fell into his arms and warned him, "Don't you tell me I'm a fool; I know good and well there's only one fool here, and it isn't me!"

Then, the boy pulled his ringlets behind his ears and rolled onto his side to face the lively girl, "Oh really? I'm the fool that got caught rolling Matt Krank's house in April? I'm the fool that held the 'car wash' sign upside down for the drama club that was raising money for the school play? And, I was the fool who ran Berkley Graham's golf cart into his pool last August? Seriously Perkins, you're the only fool here!"

Sally rolled her eyes and turned her body away from him, faking an angry groan as she picked grass out of the ground. The boy smiled and reached over to her slowly, then quickly began tickling Sally's stomach. After their laughter died down, the boy held Sally's head in his lap, looking deeply into her green eyes.

"You have such unique eyes; they start out green, but then, the outside of them is a deep blue. It's so remarkable!"

"You're remarkable." Sally told him, watching his cute button nose twitch and his curls fall almost over his eyes. She felt as though she could watch him smile at her forever.

Then, not standing the silence any longer, Sally placed her hand on his head and pulled him in for a kiss. She was never afraid of showing him her affection; she absolutely adored her guy completely.

"Can I ask you something?" she said coming out from the sweet kiss.

Tenderly twirling her hair in his hand, he replied, "Anything in the world."

"Will you always be my Jack? No one else's?" she watched his expression eagerly, wanting his promise there and then.

Smiling thoughtfully, he told her, "I'm your Jack, always."

Then, not standing the silence either, Jack gently placed his hand on her face and softly kissed her rosy lips.

After the sweet sensation, Jack leaned over and changed the radio station.

Angrily, Sally sat up, "Hey! I love that station! What are yo-"

But, she stopped talking. Jack had put it on a 90s station, and they were just beginning to play Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.

Jack slowly stood up, the sun beaming out from behind him. He extended his hand towards her and asked, "Will you dance with me?"

Sally smiled, and took his hand. He raised her up from the ground, and kept her hand in his, letting his other take place at her waist. Sally put her left hand on his shoulder and they began to dance. Being a pretty good dancer for a fifteen year old, Jack would dip Sally occasionally, and even twirl her.

Then, they began to dance more seriously. Sally let her head rest on his chest; she was much shorter than him, everyone in town thought she was a hobbit when they were together. But, in Sally's world, it was perfect. Life was beautiful.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The thunder outside of Sally's window beats loud as lighting strikes the town. She sits at her window, watching each raindrop fall down to the bottom of the pane. She has been thinking about this memory of her Jack and many others all day; some days it wasn't so hard. But today is. Jack was her first love. The summer before this one was the best she had ever had. But now, he was…

"Sally?" Sally's mother knocks on the door and slowly comes in.

"Hey mom!" Sally kisses her mom on the cheek and lets her sit down on her bed next to the window.

Her mom then asks her worriedly, "Sally, are you doing alright? You've been quiet all morning?"

"I'm great Mom, just cleaning my room and reading up on some poetry!" She lies cheerfully.

"Oh," her mom replies unconvincingly, "If I can ask sweetie, why haven't you been on a date in the past oh I don't know, ten months!"

"MOM!" Sally groans somewhat shocked, "It's not a crime! I can't help that no guy likes me!"

"Really? No guy likes you? Honey, three guys asked you to prom this past year; you didn't even go! All the guys in the drama department at school would easily take you out for a fun night, well, some of them anyways,"

"Mom, I don't need to date guys to be happy okay! I don't want any guy!"

"You did a year ago! You wanted one guy!"

"Yes but he's not here now is he?" Sally is standing at this point.

She takes a few deep breaths and then says calmly, "I know your worried, but, don't. I am over it Mom, I am! I'm better! See, I'm perfect! It's perfect!"

Suddenly, Sally collapses to the ground in tears. Her mother rushes to her side and holds her, rocking her back and forth.

After a few minutes, her mother says, "You listen to me Sally Amaila; this is some advice I received from a good friend when I was about your age; when one door closes, another one always opens. I love you!"

Her mother kisses her on the forehead, and keeps on holding her weeping daughter. Somehow, her mother's words were a comfort, and she knew that she could go on to the Dead Poet's meeting that night. The first week of summer had come and gone.