It was an energetic morning when the boy was walking down the street. He seemed jolly and was walking carefree. He stopped when he saw a pillar which had a dark red color balloon with a slight touch of maroon. The balloon was attached with a loose white string. The boy quickly ran to the balloon and looked at it with amazement.
He kept his small but heavy suitcase near the pillar and placed his right leg and both of his hands on the pillar and started climbing. He went up and untied the balloon and held it in his hands. As he was coming down with a smile, he left the balloon accidently and then it rose high in the sky.
The boy stood beneath the pillar watching the balloon fly away
He grabbed his suitcase and started running as fast as possible. Now he really wanted the balloon.
The balloon was flying to the north slowly shaking its head. The boy was ran behind it, when he looked to his watch It was 8:50!
He needed to reach school as it started at sharp 9 and the boy did not want to get scolding like the previous day when Mr. Ron his school teacher went mad at him.
He stopped chasing the balloon with despair and rushed to class. When school was finally over, he came outside the classroom he saw the red balloon again. This time he did not want to miss it. He moved slowly towards the exit of the school where the balloon was. Once he was close enough, he pounced on the string which had already moved a second ago with the balloon. The boy started running after the balloon through the streets.
He dashed with old man but did not stop at all. He was running as fast as he could and was adamant to get the balloon. He stopped in front of a newly whitewashed building when he got tired. He then realized that that day he would have to starve as he had forgotten to go for lunch to his mother's bakery.
He once again left the balloon in despair and went for his violin classes. He ran behind his school and entered the main street where his violin teacher lived. In the class, while he was playing a tune, he saw the balloon once again. He was distracted. The dark red color enchanted him and he could not move his eyes from the balloon. He picked his violin case from the floor, took his violin and walked up to the door slowly.
“Where are you going?” his teacher asked.
No answer from the boy.
Once he was near the door, he began to run. He chased the balloon with full speed. When he stopped in front of a building near the bus station the boy decided to leave the balloon as the balloon was trying its best to run away from the boy. He walked to the bus station with a sad face and waited for the bus to come.
"No problem, it was just a balloon", he said to himself.
With this thought and a faint smile he walked up to the Sam candy store and bought a lollipop. He boarded the bus and licked the lollipop slowly and forgot all about the balloon.
He got out of the bus and walked up to his mother's bakery. There she was, waiting outside with the same red balloon in her hand. As soon as he saw the balloon, he dropped the lollipop and dashed quickly towards her.
"Son this is for you" she said, giving him the balloon with a smile.
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