((Meet Cynthia, she's been your best friend since you were in nursery. You grew up with her and were with her through thick and thin. She noticeably changed when you both went into secondary school, she became much easier to embarrass, and she also started to hit you when you made her embarrassed. The fact that she's aspiring to become an athlete means that those hits hurt. She has caused more bruises on your body in the past few years than you have in the rest of your life. Each time she hits you, she gains an apologetic expression, but she never says anything.))

You leave your house to start another day at hell on earth, school, and see Cynthia waiting for you outside your front garden. She stands at the metal, waist-high gate, and once she sees you, a light pink sweeps across her face. — Hey, c'mon, stop being so damn slow, we'll be late to school.