Based off a true story that basically happened to me.

My best friend and I never speak anymore (Last time we really talked was five years ago) but after today I figured why not turn it into a one shot.

Enjoy.

I own nothing.

Oh and one more thing, I will be some story thing for Christmas/the holiday season. I'm still working on it but when it's up I hope you all read it.

Oh and this is really short…just try to look past that.

I, Kuki Sanban was sitting in home room, practically alone. We had a substitute for homeroom so most kids left to go sit in a room with their friends. Only I and two other guys sat in silence for the time. It would bore any normal person but I'm not normal, I found myself sitting thinking really clearly, which I usually do when I'm alone.

I started to think about us, me and this guy. We were best friends for years then somehow I let us lose touch. We were assigned to different sectors in the TND. I wish I had done something differently. I usually spend my free time mentally kicking myself. I wish I could go back and change it. I then shook it out of my head and played my plans for the day in my head over and over again.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walk into the room, hoping it was Abby it turned my head but after noticing it was him I quickly turned my head the other direction, pretending I didn't see him. Though it was fairly obvious I had.

He hardly ever comes into my classrooms, when he does though I just stay silent. Back in the old days I would smirk in his direction and he would teasing stick out his tongue and get what he came here for.

I wasn't surprised to see him here, I saw his name on the bored more than once and I knew this was his classroom. Figuring he must have forgotten his binder here I just kept my head facing the opposite.

"Kuki" his Australian voice said. I turned my head quickly hoping in my heart that he wanted to fix everything, be the friends that we were. My hands started shaking.

"Uh Ms. Thompson wants to see you" he said looking down at his feet. He turned around and left the room. I grabbed my bag off the floor and followed him out of the room. I was only a few feet behind him, holding my breath; I just couldn't breath as my heart pounded. I wanted to call out

"Wally!" and run up to him and fix everything….but…..

I just couldn't. I still couldn't breathe. I walked into the room. He took a seat at the first desk and I walked right up to the teacher.

"Kuki this is for not doing your work" she handed me a paper I had to get signed by all my teacher, asking if I did last night's homework "Bring this back every morning and I'll give you a new sheet."

Should I have been humiliated? Maybe. A lot of people I knew where in this homeroom and can mock me later, this was the kind of thing that kindergarteners have to do. I took the sheet from him and walked out of the class room. In the hall I held back a victory dance.

Why?

Because all I heard him say is every morning I have get to go to Wally's homeroom and see him.

And its ten hours later and I still can't breathe.

I fluffed this up a bit because me and my friend weren't like that.

I hope you review.

Even if all you tell me is this is short.

Or that you hate 3/4

I just want reviews.

So review

The end.