How I met my best friend, David Jones and how I had to leave him

It was my first day at St. James primary School. I knew nobody, and nobody knew me. After the roll call, Mrs Taylor, my teacher then, asked if anyone wanted to be my friend. Only three people put their hands up, the people that later on, would be my friends. I spent the first few weeks with Rufus Turner, one of the people who put their hand up. He was really funny, was cool to chat to and the uplook to the first few weeks. Later, I found out (Rufus told me) that two other people had put their hand up. I went to meet them, and I found David Jones and Luke Roberts. Luke was and, still is, a big sort of guy that when he could, stood up for me. David was a laid back guy that absolutely loved gaming. He had a laptop, tablet and Xbox one. After the first few days of being them, I started to become actual buddies. What I mean is: It's all well and good if you say you're going to be friends with someone, but sometimes you have to prove that. David, Luke, Rufus and I were definitely friends, and I can tell you that because I lost count of how many times they saved me from a rock and a hard place. Back to the story: We would always chat, and it seemed nothing could separate us from friendship. But then that day came. The day when I left, the day when I feel sad just to remember. The day I had to go. I flew halfway across the world from England to New Zealand. I knew I wasn't going to go back in a long time, and I'm still waiting for that time to come. Maybe when I get enough money, I can send it to David and get him to New Zealand. He would love it here. Believe me, he would.

That's the story of me and David, and now it's the end.