3rd person (Dan)
Ah, the first day of school.
A day of fresh starts and new shoes mixed with the perfect balance of disgust and stress.
And he already knew his way around, but it was something else that bothered the boy:
His friend was in a different grade.
Well, not his ONLY friend, but his best friend.
Sure, PJ was one of his best friends ever, but he had known Phil longer. It was the four of them against the world. Dan had PJ in his grade, and Phil had Chris.
Although the age difference, teachers and students alike had observed one thing:
They were inseparable.
The four of them, facing the dangers of homework and bullies and strict teachers. From the time Dan started school he had Phil. And the next year he met Peej, and the year after that they met Chris. They were destined. They knew everything and anything about one another and they really didn't care for anyone else. There was the occasional talk about girls, the bickering over the best pokemon game, and the chat about maths homework. Talk talk talk.
But sometimes they wouldn't talk.
They didn't need to.
Under the stars, late at night, just appreciating the beauty of the scene.
Going back to the river, the woods, where the four had spent so much time.
Sometimes it was better silent.
Not a word was spoken but questions were answered and conversations were had.
It was beautiful.
It was a luxury.
And he wouldn't trade it for the world.
