“I told you,” My friend said, “Told you what would happen if you disobeyed me!”

“What in the world is that play?” I asked with a disgusted face, “Sounds like something the devil would say.

“Bruh, have you not been listening to me?” Rya asked.

“If we’re being honest here…” I said in my usual casual/sarcastic voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I already know the answer,” She rolled her eyes, “Well, todays the last day of school, you think I should ask Robert out?”

“Robert?” I asked and pretend threw up “The sixth grader who calls himself ‘Wobby?’”

“Yeah, you know, you should start listening to people more often,” Rya commented.

“But it’s my thing, never listen,” I sulked.

“Well someone may say something important someday, you never know,” She said, then stopped as we made it to her class.

“Well what I do know is that people are annoying and they all stare at their stupid phones playing, what’s it called….” I acted as if in deep thought, sarcasm as always “Snapchat.”

“There’s no point in helping you,” Rya said “See you at the end of the day, Brooks.”

“Later,” I replied and headed farther down the hallway, finally making it to room 162.

That class, mostly nerds, was math, I didn’t like math so it went by quickly, by me falling asleep.

“Brooks Ashtyn Camero!” I heard a booming voice say “If it was my choice I would give you ISS for the first couple weeks of sixth grade, since you care so much of math already.”

The teacher.

I looked up, sleep soon wearing off. My teachers ugly face loomed above me, her five distinct warts redder than usual. I snickered as the bell rang, stood up, and left. Nothing she could do now, since it was the end of the school year.

“No more classes!” I yelled through the hallway, getting some glares on the way to Rya’s class.

Once I made it there she hooked her arm around mine and we left, heading down towards the field that we walked on to go home.

“I hope Roberts walking this way today,” Rya said and sighed. I could see how much he meant to her, how much hope he gave her. If he broke her heart…he had a date with the devil, me.

Then I saw him, saw Rya squeal. His wavy brown hair making his big brown eyes pop. He somehow got the looks compared to some people.

Rya tan over to him, and I had to follow.

“Hi Robert,” She said, as if she was used to talking to him.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

That made me mad. Rya had been trying to get his attention all school year, he could notice her but now he was just being an idiot.

Rya looked at me with a firm glare, forcing my temper to soften.

“Well, not exactly, but I was wondering…will you be my boyfriend?” Rya asked.

“Oh-“ He stuttered, he and his friends looked taken aback at her guts “I like someone else actually.”

“Why you-“ I said, but was cut off by Rya who had an ok look on her face.

“Let it go Brooks,” She was trying to hold back tears.

I glared at Robert then back to Rya, then took Rya’s arm and ignored him when he said who he actually liked.

I woke up, sweating. The dream….or not a dream, my fifth grade year…

“Everything ok?” Robert asked me, his face reassuring that everything was ok, even if Rya had died two years ago…she meant everything to me.