It was 7:30 in the morning and like the other students you were carrying your typical expression of "if you talk to me I'll kill you" every morning.

But, as soon as you opened your locker, you felt familiar, warm arms surround your shoulders.

Morning, my little sunny!

said none other than William, your annoying friend whose tongue sometimes dried out from talking so much, a first-class charlatan or just a child with a lack of attention, it was a cute defect.