The Boy Who Cried Love

Ok, I've been debating whether or not I want to post the script of my book on here. It's not long so I think I'll do it. If for no better reason I'll at least have a copy in case I lose the handwritten one.

It's called The Boy Who Cried Love and it's supposed to be a children's book of sorts. If you don't like it, that's fine. Plus there are no illustrations here to explain what it will look like. Here goes:

There once was a boy whose parents were in love. He knew because every day when Dad left for work he would say to Mom, "I love you sweetheart." Mom would sweetly reply, "I love you too. Be safe." As the days wore on and the boy grew he became anxious to understand what it was to be in love.

One bright Thursday as he walked to school, the boy decided that he would try and be in love.

When he entered the classroom a girl with a blue ribbon in her hair said, "Hi." The boy thought to himself, "This is it! This must be love!"

But when it was time for arts and crafts, the girl with the blue ribbon would not share her supplies. Frustrated, the boy thought that surely two people in love would share their scissors and glue. No, this wasn't it. This was not the love he was looking for.

At recess the boy ran straight for the tetherball court. On the way he tripped and skinned his knee. A girl in red sneakers helped him up. "Maybe this is it," thought the boy. "Maybe this is love."

But when he had brushed off his pants and looked around he saw the red sneakered girl playing hopscotch with another boy. The boy thought that love meant you had to play together too. No, this wasn't love either.

By the time he got back to the classroom the boy was sad. "Maybe I'm just not supposed to find love. Or maybe it's not even real," he thought.

He let his head hang down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something on his desk. He opened it up. It read, "Hi, I'm new here. What's your name?" The boy didn't know where the note came from and he didn't care. But as he put it away he got a funny feeling in his stomach.

At lunch a girl sat down next to the boy. She tried to talk to him but he just thought she wanted to trade desserts. He barely heard her say, "Did you get my note?"

The boy looked up and saw her, finally really saw her. She was very pretty and had a yellow flower on her shirt. He didn't want to admit it, but the boy thought he might have found love.

"I know," the boy thought, "I'll ask her to walk home with me. If she says not, it's not love and I can stop worrying about the whole thing." After the boy and girl talked for a few minutes he nervously asked her to walk home with him. She said yes.

When the final bell rang they found each other. As the girl took the boy's hand he thought, "This may not be love. But whatever it is, I sure like it."

The end.

It will be dedicated to Molly. I can't wait to draw it all up and put it in the book she got me for my birthday :)