Micheal had turned 13 a few months ago before their holiday, this time just with his mum and Nana, and you, his best friend. You were both the same age, and had practically grown up together. His mum, Janice, loved you, so when you couldn't stay at home, they invited you with them. Micheal had taken on a bold attitude, getting cocky, rude and snidey with every passing day.

"I don't know why you even had a son, cos you obviously just wanted a skivvy." His mum and Nana were both shocked at his crude words, but said nothing as he jumped into he pool a second later.