I remember my first love. It was a long time ago but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was very young at that time and my parents thought that I was too young to be in such a serious relationship. The summer had just ended and school had just begun. I was going into the 11th grade  and that was where I met Brad. He was a year older than I was and I fell in love with him right away. Back then I thought that love was lust or infatuation.

After a few months into school year, Brad had asked me out and I accepted. The only problem was, he was white and I was native. People kept telling us that we should stick to our own kind. I didn't care what people were saying. I was in love. After a few dates with Brad, we decided to go steady. I met his parents and he met mine. Everything was going fine when we were together with our friends. I would bring him home to the reserve where I am from and people would kick him off the reservation. They would throw rocks and call him names.

When I went to go hang out with him and his friends, they would call me names like “wagon burner”. They harassed me so bad that I told people that we broke up just so that they would leave Brad and me alone. When I sat down with Brad to try to explain how I felt about his friends and mine, we decided that it would be the best thing to just cool down a bit just to make people happy. After spending 13 months together it was hard to do that. At the time my world was upside down. I couldn't eat, sleep or even think. My marks in school went down and I could not live anymore.

When prom rolled around, I went with one of my native friends and Brad went with his friend, Morgan. When I walked into the room, I saw him. He looked so nice in his tux. He walked over to me and asked me to dance. When he touched me, I could not help my feelings. I truly loved this young man standing in front of me. I broke down and told him I missed and could not be away from him any longer. He told me he loved me too. After the summer was over, I went away to college and Brad went to the states to work, We tried to make the relationship work, only to have failed. That is the story of my first love.

Crystal Nicholas
Grade: 12
Chapel Island, NS

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