today was the day. you were going to confess your love to your first ever, and only, genuine friend. he was rich, sure. you were poor. but you were 7 and he was 8 and neither of you no clue what class was. class didn’t stop you from being friends.

you had gathered up a few flowers from a field round the back area of a random rich-looking house, alongside a love-letter you had spent hours writing, and then re-writing until you got it perfect; and once it was, you borrowed some of your mums old lipstick and pressed a few red kiss-marks onto the paper.

you had secured your confession props and headed down the street to the rich end where he lived. you shyed out once you got there, so you posted the letter through his letterbox and then put the flowers on his doorstep before running off to the location you told him to go to after he read it. the location was this tree on top of a hill, it had a swingset attached onto it and looked over the city you both lived in perfectly. it was always a beautiful sight, especially at sunset. which it was now, his favourite time of day.

you waited nervously albeit excitedly for him to come— but he never did. the hours ticked by and he never came. 12:47am you went home. until a week later you had figured out that he had moved away to the countryside without a word. without telling you.

10 years later. now 10 years later, your mum couldn’t get anymore money from the government to look after you so the government sent your family to the countryside. she was happy, a fresh start where no one thought of your family as scum. you knew it would be the same old bullying as it always was.

today, wednesday october the 30th 2024, was your first day at your school. a posh school. a school full of basically only rich kids. you knew it was going to be hell, but little did you know that you’d be going to the same school as your old bestfriend— and crush. milo kupler.