AN: So this is pretty short but it is kinda a filler. I wanted to show at what point in their lives they changed into indiviuals and how it made their friendship stronger. There will be another chapter of them in elementary then starting highschool then it will be present day of them in Grade 11.
The Four of Us-Chapter 2
Gwen's POV
Summer had once again ended too soon. We were sitting down by the docks again, all four of us. Trent was strumming a guitar, Courtney was organizing a pile of rocks by colour and size (typical), and Duncan was trying to catch a frog by the water. As for me I had a notepad and was sketching the trees from across the lake. This is how we spent most of our summer afternoons. We had all become so close now that we didn't need to talk. Maybe it was something else though. We were starting sixth grade in a few days, and it was the first time we were all in different classes. We had spent the last six years in the same classes and this year everything would be different.
I think we were all a little nervous. We were never the most popular kids but we didn't really care because we had always had each other. We didn't know what to expect. We had had the most fun ever the last five years. Too many play dates to even count, multiple sleepovers, and we even somehow managed to enjoy our school days, Duncan included.
There was the time in first grade when Duncan had managed to get the teacher out of the class by saying that there was a kid choking down the hall. While he was gone we locked the doors to his class and we drew pictures of him all over the blackboard. Not so bad but he was a fat balding man at the time and our pictures were less than appealing. I think that was the first time Duncan got detention.
Then in fourth grade we had the annual end of year water balloon fight. Courtney spent weeks devising the perfect plan to sneak around and hit everyone we could in the shortest amount of time. Her perfect planning skills made us the champions of the water balloon fight and possibly the least wet fourth graders to ever win the annual water balloon fight.
Of course there was one of our most memorable times that happened just a few weeks ago. We were all hanging out at Trent's and we made a song. Trent was on guitar, Courtney playing her violin, Duncan on drums, and I was singing. Thinking about it, it probably wasn't that good a song but we had the most fun time and we will remember it forever.
Like I said we weren't popular. At this point in our lives we were not in any distinct stereotypes. Yeah I loved my art, Courtney was top of the class, music and Trent were always together, and Duncan was of course always in trouble. Then there was me and my art. Everyone had their favourite activities though. We didn't stand out though, we dressed like everyone else and we didn't really have different outlooks on things from other people, we were going into sixth grade when we really started to find ourselves.
Courtney's POV
Sixth grade was an amazing year, even though we all changed a lot. We had all been divided for the first time. It was time for us to come into our own people and that was exactly what we did. For a while all was normal, we would see each other at recess and of course we could hang out almost every day after school, so we did.
Then things started to become different as time went on. Gwen started to buy all of her clothes at Hot Topic and became more immersed in poetry and art than ever. Duncan soon followed in Gwen's lead. His rebelliousness became almost unbearable to me and he didn't seem to even care, despite this we still stuck behind him. Trent really took his music seriously and started to write songs. We always found him with a note pad and guitar.
Little did I know it, I was changing too. I realized my clothes became more of the preps that I had once despised. I soon found myself studying nonstop, so that I could get the best marks possible. The feeling was very scary but throughout the year instead of drifting apart we were stronger than ever. We often felt isolated because of our differences from our classmates.
I like to remember the countless afternoons spent in Trent's tree house after school. Those were the best hours of my school experience. My friends and I were literally inseparable. We knew every little detail of each other's lives, we shared every secret we had, and we never questioned the trust we had in each other for years and years to come.