Me and Tara went upstairs to my bedroom. We were sitting on the bed and talking about school tomorrow.
"Do you want me to pick you up at your place tomorrow before we go to school?" I asked Tara. "Or do you want to come over and we can just leave from here?"
"I can come over and we can leave from here," Tara replied.
"What do you think I should wear tomorrow?" I asked Tara.
Tara examined me. "I think what you're wearing now will be just fine, Ricky."
"Hopefully, we'll be in the same class," I said to Tara.
"That would be nice," she replied. "If we are, we're totally sitting by each other."
"For sure," I responded to Tara as I held her hand. "We can ignore the teacher and just talk all day."
Tara laughed. "But then we won't learn anything, Ricky!"
"Blah," I replied. "We've already been here and done that!"
Tara poked my arm. "Ricky!"
"What?!" I replied. "It's true!"
Me and Tara laughed.
I really do hope that me and Tara are in the same class when we begin grade 12 again tomorrow. We can do projects together, we can study together, and we can even share answers on tests, hehe! Maybe we can even sneak a beer into class! Good times! Good times, together!