We had this thing in school (Between the ages of 6 to 9, and no I am not making a 69 joke) where you got a piece of paper every month with a few subjects on them, like arts class, math, swedish (because that's where I live) and so on. I chose just about everything (there were always 6 options) over swedish, I hated that subject, and so gave it a 6, since the options were to be asigned a number depending on how much you wanted to have this one for a month, about an hour one day a week. They did this again after those four weeks but then you weren't allowed to pick the one you had last time.

Sadly nobody else chose swedish either, supposedly because I got it even though I gave it a 6. There we were asigned to write articles that when all done would be simply all printed out en mass and put together to form the "School News", which didn't make sense with the name since this had nothing to do with what happened at the school, unless a kid chose to write about that, although all there was to write about was how the food, still was, like it always had been, shit.

I choose a subject to write about and is put next to someone I thought had fucked up school atleast 6 times, because she was taller then the teacher by atleast a few DM. I just sit there, writing on a membrane keyboard so worn out there was almost no printing on the caps, staring at a screen with more scars then a North Korean political prisoner, when this girl starts talking to me, even though I never even looked at her. We conversed very little and for 2 years I never saw her again, until I started going to a place called Fritis, after the swedish word Fritid which means spare time, where I met her again. She immidiatly began to follow me and when she got bored, would grab hold of my leg and simply hold it, sliding across the ground as I tried to walk, making walking quite hard and in one case almost pulling my pants down (thank every god ever prayed to she didn't fully). Who knew that would become my unparalleled best friend for life?