by cherry
I distinctly remember sitting next to a friend named John* in primary school, right at the back of the classroom. He was the kind of friend I talked to only in class, but never made eye contact with out of the classroom. Soft-spoken, but talkative enough to keep me entertained during lessons. Sometimes, when we finished the work assigned to us, we would drift off into our own conversations. One particular instance, we decided to craft a story about our friends and us going on an adventure. Pretty typical and lame now that I think about it again, but to us back then, it was a novel idea. So our story writing began: we passed a small notebook between the two of us, each writing a short paragraph before passing it back. […]