Why We Should Be Friends.

So I was clearing some rubbish that were lying around my table for like eons. There were some study notes and a few consent forms, but the bulk of it was made up of uncompleted homework, LOTS of them. As I sifted through the pile to determine if there were any important documents which I might want to keep, I managed to excavate some priceless relics.

One of them was this letter written on a piece of crumpled and slightly yellowish Azone A4-sized paper. It was titled "Why We Should Be Friends".

The good old memories from Archester poured into my mind.

What is Archester you might ask?

The year was 1999. I was a plump nerd who joined the 1I class of River Valley High School. Everyone in the class was a stranger to me. Nonetheless, the boys bonded really quickly and before long we were like blood brothers.

We started getting really interested in soccer and eventually, we decided to form our own soccer team. After putting our heads together, it was a general consensus to settle on the name "Archester". It was a mix of the cream of the crop from the English Premier League, (Ar)senal and Man(chester). We actually considered adding Liverpool into the fray, but seriously Averchester didn't exactly sound cool, nor did Mansenapool, nor did Livchesenal. Well, you get the drift. So Archester it was, short and sharp.

Once the end-of-school bell rang, we would literally sprint to the nearby street soccer courts. It was the real reason why we came to school. The obsession was to the point where soccer was our primary duty instead of our studies. A few of us were even ranked amongst the worst students of our level academically.

Still, we didn't give a rat's ass about it. Our mind was only focused on the single act of kicking the ball into the back of the net. We were young and dangerous. Back in our heyday, we could even have conquered the world easily if we wanted to.

However, one fine day, our Form Teacher decided to break up the party. She reasoned that we were getting way out of hand and that the only way to salvage us was to split our group up and re-assign us to other classes. Our teacher had effectively puncture our balls. (This is just a figure of speech.)

Instant panic took over and Archester held emergency meetings to plan our next move. We decided to write an appeal to our teacher and prove to her that we were not being detrimental to each other, which essentially meant a well-thought pack of lies woven into a nice composition. (Pretty ingenious for a group of 14 year olds right? Yeah I know. We were THAT smart.)

So we got ourselves a piece of paper and started writing "Why We Should Be Friends". Everyone was suppose to contribute one paragraph to save our organization. Boy, was I proud of the work we did. Here is our masterpiece:

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Needless to say, our teacher was utterly touched by the genuine friendship conveyed through our letter and we all lived happily ever after, eagerly anticipating the next end-of-school bell to ring once again.