Day 2 of Love Story challenge: First Love is hard

I often sit on the porch like to day and think about how it was when I was a little kid. You see, when I was little there was a little girl that I followed to school sally was sweet and funny. She walked often by her self and I walked about half a block behind her.
I would wait until she got to the olive tree there in the corner of the yard. Then I would hurry to get ready to leave. My older brother and sister never understood why I wanted to leave early.
Her name was, Sally and we were in the same class I sat behind her. She liked school and was often finished with her work first. I would give up on mine and look at her sitting and fiddling with her pencil or her long brown hair.
I wished she would tell me how to do the work it was hard for me.
At the start of second grade I finally got up the courage to talk to her. I walked with her to school but now her little sister cam in the morning with her mother. Walking home was just us after a few blocks. We would walk different ways some times just to see different houses. She liked to tell me stories about the houses. They were funny and happy.
On the last day of school she told me she was moving away for a while. I was sad she was my best friend. I reached out and took her hand. It was soft I had never felt skin like that.
I got home and my big sister was making dinner. Mom was working at the restaurant and dad was at the auto-shop. I wasn’t hungry and I went to bed. I would miss Sally.

I still think of Sally and wonder what happened to her. In third grade I had to go to a new school. Now I am 16 and I am finally at my local school I don’t have many friends and I still hope that I will find a friend like Sally.

Right now as I am sitting on my porch I see a couple walking, he has red curly hair and a sneer on his face as if our neighborhood is beneath him his arm is draped around a pretty girl with long brown hair.

As they begin to walk under the olive tree, I can hear them talking and my heart skips a beat.
“You have such idealistic stories” he says
“I like to look at a happier side of life, Max” she replies with a laugh.
“Yuck what did I step in. There are black smudges on the sidewalk. Don’t these people have any pride?”
“It’s Olive stains this is an Olive tree. I heard that Olive trees bring prosperity to people who plant them. My best friend in second grade lived here his parent owned a restaurant and a garage If I remember right.
“Oh you love for the proletariat Sally is endearing”
“You have forgotten that I am a member of the proletariat.”
“Yes, but you are the example of the American Dream we will go to Yale together.”
“I’m not so sure Max. I am moving back to England with My family this summer.”

My Sally even if it is just for a moment she remembered me and defends me.