Synopsis
I have a childhood friend.
We snuck off together, got into trouble, were made to scrub the floors as punishment, grumbled the whole time and ran off to cause more trouble the moment no one was looking. When they chased us out to sleep in the storage room, we stayed up all night being loud and stupid, got smacked for it, and kept going anyway. We grew up like that.
That friend went on to become the hero and saved the world.
