It was the Maid of the island competition. You were dressed ready for the competition to find out who the new maid would be. Yet something was wedge between you and your focus point.... Pin.

You were friends right? Your mum and his dad practically made you two hangout since birth. And now you felt betrayed. He'd ditched bright fields and you for the snoody Halloway kids... now you'd compete agasint eachother at nationals.

So you found him next to his horse Elvis and decided a chat was best. "Pin what the hell is wrong with you? I thought we were friends."

"Right friends... is that why you let them walk all over me?"