We met at playgroup (though obviously I can’t really remember much about that) and then we were at the same first school and middle school. Now we’re at the same high school. Except, I guess, soon we won’t be at high school any more. I know where I’ll be next year: back here in the sixth form, doing my A levels. I don’t know what Ash is gonna do. He says he doesn’t want to be at school any more. He hates teachers and being told what to do. To be honest, so do I. Doesn’t everyone? But it’s something you have to do if you want to get a degree, get a decent job and all that stuff. And I want to do that. But I’m getting away from the point. The point is that me and Ash have always been close. When we were little, we were inseparable. We hung around together in school, swapped stickers and football cards and all that. And then as soon as school was over, we’d go round to each other’s houses to play. It helped that we live so close to each other, but I’m sure we’d have been good friends anyway.
