- I remember, back in year 10. We were sitting in Drama class together. We got on really well, but I thought that you were a bit weird, haha. You are weird. But you're my little weirdo. I'm glad that you came to Hagley with me. We don't talk much, any more. Not like we did at the start of last year. We were really tight. But, I don't think that you're the same little weirdo that I grew to love, and that makes me sad.
- I always thought it was you two, and then me, haha. It kinda still is, in a way. But, then again, we've all branched apart, so it's not really. I think that we're all on equal ground now. I remember our pathetic attempts at exercise (we should really get back onto that, haha) were just an excuse to talk, and look at cute boys running past us. But, we've kinds lost that. You have them, now. It's not the same any more. You've forgotten about us. Well, not her. Never her. No matter what you two go through, you always end up back to how you were. But, just, don't forget about me, OK?
- Lantern festival, year 11. I think I wanted to be sick. With you two gaising longingly into each other's eyes under the stars. You were so innocent back then! And then you changed.. And everything was torn apart. The entire group split to their different ways, and here I was in the middle thinking, well, fuck this shit. And then, one of you decides that you're taking half the group, and not talking to the other half until the decided to grow up, because you can't be bothered with their dramas? Well, excuse me, sweetie, if that ain't the pot calling the kettle black. It took a while for that to all blow over. This year, we've all started anew. And, you're right - we have a new group, we've expanded. We know so many people now. And we all fit. I've really gained an insight into who you are, and I love you for letting me. I'll always be here for you, bébé, I love you so much. Please believe me when I say that you are beautiful in every single way. I'm usually right about these things. You're so wise and funny. Just, don't forget that I'll be waiting at the bottom with a bar of chocolate and a bandage when you fall.
- The cooler of the two :D when I find myself some of that boysenberry-ish type thing that was supposed too resemble a cheese cake, you're coming over to mine for a Jonas marathon. "You belong with me," man. You can't deny it! Taylor Swift said so!!
- For you, I'm not too sure what to say. I was about to say that we are yet to form memories, but it's too late for that. You're already ingrained in my mind forever. All I can say is that I love you. But it's like in the theatre, and the fourth wall. I'm good at naturalism. Epic theatre is not my strong point. I want to break down that fourth wall, and let it all out. But I don't know if I can do it. I've never let anyone in. Nobody knows the full story.
- And last, but certainly not least, it's you. My dear friend, oh, how I am glad that I've met you. We've had our fights, but we cannot help but make it all up. You're the only one who I let say half the shit you do!! Haha. Thanks. For everything. You know the full story, pretty much. You know my earlier years. I really, really regret that we've grown apart. Really, really regret. You have Lucy now, and you've missed out on parts of my story. Just as I have missed out on yours. I am making it my mission to get you back. I don't want to loose you. You and I were supposed to see the world together. We were supposed to live in France, and London, own haute couture, and live the high-life with all the shoes. The Shoezah!! Maybe one day, eh?
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