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I was a clumsy kid and knew I’d drop cake somewhere. I swear each slice was the same size as my face. It was an indulging chocolate fudge cake. I ventured into the kitchen and grabbed a slice of cake that had been placed on napkins along the side. My Mum had spent forever brushing it, but I hated having my hair brushed when I was younger. I tied my long, dark blonde hair up in the mirror. I was still frowning at my freckled cheeks in the mirror even after they had dropped me off. Meeting Ethan is my favourite childhood memory. It was the last thing I wanted to do because I was a stubborn child, but looking back on it now, I’m glad my parents forced me to go. Ethan’s Dad knew I was new in school so it should be a nice opportunity for me to try to make new friends. Until one day, his Dad asked my parents if I wanted to go to his seventh birthday party. Ethan and I were in separate classes during my first week of school, so we didn’t meet. I was six and had started at my new school with a whole load of kids I’d never met. My parents and I had moved house, the small house we lived in had become too small. Before I go on, the story of how we met should be told. The second is that it’s the nineteenth birthday of my bestfriend Ethan Knight.
The first is that it’s the twelve-year anniversary of meeting my bestfriend Ethan Knight. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, events or locales is completely coincidental. The names, characters, places, or events used in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever including Internet usage, without written permission of the author.