And The Summer Was Over

And The Summer Was Over

I met my first real friend in my life in 2003. He is a skinny guy, really talkative, friendly and unassuming. We were the best friend in that time, that he was with me all day. In the school, we sat next to each other, talking about math problems, the poetries we learned during the class. Out of school, we talked about the cartoon that was on TV last night, how was is, and waiting for next episode to coming out. We also did some things that we can not do with our parents, like buying some food from store that our parents doesn’t allow to buy, buying some toys that are dangerous which apparently are disallowed by our parents. Back to a day in 2006, we did the most brave thing that we can do in that time. That is a hot day, the sun is burning everyone in the city except me and my friend. We went to the shore, and stay beside the shore. The water is limpid, just like our relationship. The air is so clean; You can never breathe that kind of clean air nowadays. In this beautiful scene, we brought a toy gun in the nearby store, which can shoot bullets, a kind of bullet that is really cheap and filled with some powder, but still being named as a toy gun. The intention of buying a toy gun is to shoot some fish in the lake, but obviously it is impossible to do that. Every bullets we shot into the lake sank down immediately. But neither of us wants to give up, so we just keep trying. Then the problem came, we messed up the order of shooting while we were arguing who is going next, and we started to quarrel with each other.

“This is my turn!” he said.

“No you stupid! Did you learn math in school?” I answered.

“You are saying that I’m wandering in school or what? I definitely learned math the school.” He threw his words back to me.

“Then problem solved. This is my turn.” I answered because I didn’t want to shoot after him.

He doesn’t want to say anything anymore; Instead, he just came and tried to take the gun out of my hand. “Bummmm…..” the sound that we all don’t want to hear came, we accidentally fired it and the gun shot a bullet out. The bullet hit his feet. I was frozen in there in a sudden. This is the first time that I hurt someone and the fear sucked all my senses out of my mind. My mind is void, I don’t know what to do and his toe just started to bleed. I did not intended to do this. Then after a minute the person who saw this around came, and asking what happened. I can not answer, I was just crying to death in there. They take my friend to the hospital, and my parents both come.

After the diagnosis, I went into the room, and to visit him. The doctor told me, him, his parents and my parents that the bone is not hurt, but the scar is certain. “There will be a scar in his feet.” That what the doctor told me. That is so bad because for myself, as a person who can easily get a scar just by scratching my skin harder, I know what a scar means. At least it is really unpretty. His parents are really angry about this, they told me that they will never forgive me. They even think I shoot him on purpose and they try to find the police. I ask for his forgiveness, explaining that I was not doing it on purpose, that it was just an accident when we are fighting for that toy gun. But his cold eye give me the answer. We are not friend anymore.

“You are too dangerous, I need to stay away from you.”

The outside is getting hotter and hotter, the air is dirty, feels like even the sun, the nature is teasing me, teasing of my naive mind. I lost a friend, who I thought I could do anything with him, and would stay together no matter what happened.

And the summer was over.