It was a long time since then and I still feel the pang in my heart, we both felt it and we knew it could never go away.
Me and Ace laughed about Ace attempting to do the spilts. She had ripped her blue shorts and were made to wear Toms, she looked like she was playing dress up with really long trousers. My legs felt tired and I got bored of walking, I tugged on Toms shirt and held my hands out, I knew Bill would never carry me because of his spiky hair that might get flattend. "No Cat, I am not carrying you" Tom denied. I frown and bite his hand, he jumps back clutching his hand, I grin and hold my hands out again. Bill pats my head inbetween my fake ears "Kitty, thats not nice. You know I would carry you but..."Bill touches his wild hair. Kitty is my pet name, Ace tugs on my fake tale. I spin around. "I dont like it when you be mean to Tom Tom!" Ace fumes. I scream and we littelry have a 'cat fight', Bill pulls me back and Tom hold Ace. I growl and bare my teeth. Bill holds my hand as we carry on walking to prevent me from fighting again.
I get to my primary school while Tom and Bill go to secondry. They are thirteen and me and Ace are nine. They are way to old for us but we cant help to the we feel for them.