Memories.

“Give me back my rubber! Come on, Chris, stop it!!”

- “If you want it, come and get it!”

- “Ohh stop! I’ll ask the teacher to change places.”

We were laughing in class, it was every day the same story. It was more a fun thing than a nasty one, just teasing and that kind of stuff. When I finally got my rubber back, my ruler had disappeared. I turned to Chris, who was giggling ironically. Then, as he was looking behind me, I turned the other way. Mike was drawing a square with my ruler, the same chuckle coming out of his mouth. Ohhh, they were maddening me, I needed to check my pencil case constantly. We were having so much fun. The girls from my class were kind of jealous, they all wanted to be next to Mike. At lunch time, Clara and Louise always talked about him. They were in love, he was like God for them. Once again, I didn’t love the popular guy. I loved Chris. And he loved me. That’s why we were often annoying each other. We never really said “I love you”, but we knew, and all the class too. But it didn’t stop me from being very good friends with the other boys. We were a gang, with lovers in it. A happy gang.