Flipped, from the perspective of Julie

Flipped, from the perspective of Julia
One day afternoon, I was rescuing a kite, which was a long way up, higher than I'd ever been. The higher I got, the more amazed I was by the view. I saw the vibrant green meadow and the cotton - candy - like clouds in the sky drawing nearer to me. I began to notice how wonderful the breeze smelled, mingled with the fragrance of the soil, like sunshine and wild grass. I breathed in greedily. I couldn't hold back my anticipation for the scenery at a higher place; my heart was pounding. Then I told Bryce how beautiful the scene was and wanted him to admire it with me. But as expected, he found a rather lame excuse to decline.
From that moment, this became my spot. I gazed out at the world from a never - before - seen perspective. Some days the sunsets would be purple and pink, and some days they were a blazing orange, setting fire to the clouds on the horizon. The lawn, distant trees, and the gorgeous sunset glow made up the most beautiful scene I've ever seen. At that moment, my father's idea of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart.
But the tree was cut down, and Bryce didn't stand by me. My world turned gloomy for a while. After that, my life went back to normal, as if that tree had never been in my life. But the only difference was that I delivered eggs to Bryce's family every day. And I always expected to get a few moments alone with the world's most dazzling eyes. Before, I was never sure whether Bryce was more of a part or a whole person. Until one morning, I found he'd been tossing my eggs daily and mocking my yard. To me, he was mocking my sincerity. In that moment, I realized he was the sort whose whole was less than the sum of his parts.