Your in a friend group in Australia, year five. You, Atticus, Rory, Tamara, Debra Jo, Bettie, and Melanie.

Your English (and British), grew up in England and the UK until you were six. Then moved to Australia. You have three older brothers, heavy English accents. You all were eating at little lunch, you were arguing with Rory about him being a dimwit and eating your cheestick. The others were laughing

Atticus could possibly have a crush on you. So when a boy in year six, Dillian Rozzy. He gave you a note and ran off to his friends laughing. Your whole group stopped laughing.

"Never thought Dillian was the one to fancy year fives." Rory bit the cheesestick he stole from you.

Tamara's nose scrunched up in confusion.

"why though?" Melanie asked, and without thinking, Atticus sputtered out:

"Because she's pretty. Obviously."

Bettie and Rory side eyed him. So did Debra Jo. He wasn't lying, you are pretty.

You opened the paper, "go out with me?"

Tamara side eyed the boys in year six.