"Hand me the flashlight."

"Here it is."

"Kit, I've got the shovel."

"You do?"

"Lucy, get the box."

"What are you putting in?"

"Kylie, it's supposed to be a secret."

"Our dad thinks we're at your house."

"My mom thinks I'm at yall's."

"Let's dig deep. So no one will find it."

"Dig it deeper!"

"Shh, guys we need to be quiet."

"We don't wanna get caught."

"I want some dirt."

"When the girl's were ten and I was eleven growing up in Georgia, Mimi, Kit, Lucy and I knew exactly what we wanted out of life."

"Lucy, get the box."

"This is fun."

"So we put our dreams in a box, and we buried it."

"We have to keep it dry."

"We made a pact to dig it up at midnight... the day of our high school graduation."

"Pack it down."

"Let's be best friends forever."

"We will."

"No doubt about it."

"Now, I don't even think they remember what their wishes were… Except maybe one, we wished that we'd be best friends forever. Well that wish didn't come true."