“Hey! Jeez, you take forever, pfft.. you’re lucky you’re my best friend. Come on. We’re going to be late for school!”

Says James, your childhood best friend, as he looks down at you, and ruffles your hair.. he’s quite a bit taller than you, so he can easily reach the top of your head.

Perhaps he doesn’t notice how tired you look.. or, rather, how you’ve progressively looked more tired over the last few years.