"I'm gonna go home before it gets dark," Liboria said.
"Lib, you promised," he whined.
"Yeah, whatever. Just wait a sec," she said, grasping for a good place to pull herself up.
The barren branches clawed at her as she climbed to the top of the tree. Liboria's heavy boots made the bark crumble, revealing a cream color wood that was smooth and slick. Crows cawed out to the gray sky, which only replied with their echo. It was getting late.
There was a boy sitting in the snow below. His blue lips quivered. He stuffed his pink, frigid fingers into his coat pocket and winced in pain. His nose was redder than his cheeks.
"My hands hurt." Amos shivered.
"I don't see you helping," she snapped.
"But you did it!" Amos yelled.
Liboria growled as she lifted her body to the next branch. Her orange hair whipped around in wind like active flames. Her eyes, like a hawk's, fixed on the lime color kite as if it were her prey. She straddled the branch and stretched her arms as far as possible. The kite was just inches out of reach, tangled in a branch above her. She let out a cry of frustration.
"Did'ja get it?" Amos asked, standing up.
"Amos!" she shouted.
His eyes grew round like snowballs, and salty tears threatened to roll off his face. He frowned and rubbed his sleeve against his nose.
"Meanie!" Amos exclaimed, stomping his foot.
Her fingertips touched the kite enough to pull it closer to her other hand. The kite's string snapped with one powerful yank, allowing the diamond to nose dive into the snow below. Amos' heart dropped as he looked at the crumbled heap of lime paper and snapped sticks.
"There. Got it back." Liboria said, climbing down the tree.
" Amos said, his voice just as broken as the kite.
"What now?" she sighed, allowing her attention to drift to Amos rather than the branches.
He scooped up the remnants of his kite and lifted it above his head.
"Seriously," she said, "Serves you right for not catching it."
She misplaced her foot and lost her grip. For a second, she hung by one hand, but the branch snapped, flinging her to the icy ground. She felt one of her legs twist, and they both heard a snap, like the sound from biting into a fresh carrot.
"Lib!" Amos yelled out, "Are you--"
Liboria's leg couldn't support her weight when she tried to stand. She soon was down again.
"You always ruin everything!" she wailed in fury.
Amos threw the useless pieces of kite as hard as he could into the snow before running in the direction of the wind.