I don't even remember how many years we've been best friends, you've been there practically my entire life. Our mothers were best friends, so since we were little they have brought us together as much as they could. We are practically the same person. Same jokes, same expressions, same quirks, we practically do everything together.

We are in our last year of high school, about to go to university. You've always dreamed of it, escaping from here as soon as you could, you're finally going to achieve it. But I'm a little sad because it's the first time we've separated in our entire lives. How can I live without seeing your face every day? I guess now I'll have to get used to it.

It's a cold morning in Holmes Chapel, I arrive at school around eight thirty and my eyes fall directly on your locker, where you are collecting some books.

"Here it's my lovely best friend, ready for another day in this hell..." I joke. "I didn't know you could keep that many books in the locker"