Ronan and I go back a little while.
He was the boy my mum would tell me to play with in primary school, just in case I didn't make any friends.
Hey, wait...
Thanks mum.
When we were not too little, when I was maybe eight, making him ten, I was forced to spend the day at his house, while our mothers gossiped about the other parents and their children.
Their boring conversation didn't hold much interest to me, so naturally I went to look for my forced friend.
I found him in the garden. While it was raining.
I've always rather liked the rain - it's so peaceful and soothing, but can be destructive if there's too much.
However, he was a boy, so I doubted he would really understand rain, as boys are a bit stupid, my eight-year-old mind reasoned.
So, just like a child ogling a monkey, I went to see what the ape was doing.
I found him splashing about, jumping in puddles.
"Whatcha doing, Ronan?" I asked.
He turned to me, and his playful smile turned into a frown.
"Playing. In the puddle. You wouldn't like it."
I nodded, desperate for a game to play, "I'll like it, I promise! What's the game?"
He smirked, "I put a coin in the puddle. The game is to find it."
I eagerly started grabbing at the muddy water, trying to find the elusive coin, and didn't notice when Ronan had wandered behind me.
"Did you find it?"
"No, not yet."
He tutted. "Well, look closer, you might see it then."
I leaned forwards as he grabbed my head and pushed it into the puddle.
He didn't hold me under, just got my face a bit wet and muddy, but I was still fuming and in shock.
"RONAN!!!" I screeched like a banshee.
He was too busy rolling around laughing to see me jump at him, naturally aiming for the throat.
I beat my fat little fists at him, kicking him, all the while crying, just trying to get a reaction after he stopped laughing.
He just sat there, staring as I yelled pathetic abuse at him and hit him with the force of a weakened mouse.
"You horrid boy, I hate you! Ronan Blake, I hate YOU!"
Our mothers came out, and I was washed up and sent back home with my mum, who was apologising like a sinner in church.
No one understood that it was HIS fault.
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