When I was little, I had formed a friendship with a young lad with the name of Timothy Fry. It only lasted a mere couple of days, mind.
My first memory of him was that of him being rather skinny and having a sort of yellowish hue to his skin. His eyes were wonky and in retrospect he probably had a case of strabismus. But I'm not one to judge.
He was like a brother to me at first. There was a point where he was torn away from his family. He was forced away from them, so I let him stay at mine for around a week or so. Just so he could get away from it all for a while. A small bed was prepared near to my own. Just a little mattress and sheets.
My family didn't really like the affair - they thought if I was hanging around with him all the time, I wasn't playing with what they called "real friends". In fact, I considered him to be a brother to me, but alas my parents disproved of this My mother didn't give birth to him, you see, so you can see where that whole idea fell through.
A few days in the event of his moving in, he went missing. This bothered me to a great extent, and I cried during this time of his disappearance. Strangely, my parents weren't too scarred by it. That might've bothered me just as much as the event itself, in fact. But I digress.
Of course, I found him again, one night after school. It had been several days later. He was hiding underneath my bed. I didn't know where he'd been, but I imagined he'd made some awful friends in the meantime, because he'd become rotten, horrible and his personality seemed to change for the worse. Naturally, I hated him for this betrayal. He had in the past few days become my best friend.
I don't know why I was so angry. Timothy was just a banana with tacky plastic eyes stuck on, after all. But he had gotten rotten and mouldy and horrible. He was no longer my friend - he was in fact, my mortal enemy. I made my anger felt by throwing him out of my bedroom window. He broke in two as he hit the garage roof, a feat that I was admittedly quite proud of. Some friend he was! How can I pretend to play Power Rangers Time Force and defeat the Kanto region gym leaders with a smelly old banana?
To conclude then, my first enemy was the horrible betrayer Timothy Fry. Of course, I was merely a naive child back then, but yes - a horrible betrayer.