Me and Peter were walking to his house. As we were walking Peter looked at me and just stared. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh it's nothing, you just remind me of someone." Peter replied. "What makes me remind out of this person?" I asked. "Well your beautiful and she was beautiful. Your nice and kind and so was she." He answered looking slightly unhappy. "What's wrong?" I said. "Well this person is now dead. I loved her so much and, well it's like you are her but reborn. I really think I like you MJ." He said. When he said that I felt so loved. "I'm so sorry Peter, but we hardly know each other." I said. "But I feel like I have known you all my life." He said. I replied with a caring smile. I think I really like him, which is crazy as I have only just met him today!
We were outside of his house. "Oh this is where you live?" I muttered. "Is there something wrong?" He said. We both giggled. "No it's just I'm moving in around this neighbourhood, look" I pointed my finger at a house just across the road that said 'sold' on it. "Wow! When are you moving in?" He asked. "Well our stuff has been in there for a few days, we are starting to live there tomorrow!" We both stared at each other, pulling very happy faces. "That's great!" Peter said with a large grin covering his face.
We were sitting in Peters room and I was walking towards the wardrobe when suddenly, Peter charged in front of me. "Oh no, don't look in there" Peter said awkwardly. "Oh ok" I replied. He messed about with his wardrobe and pushed something into a black case with gold buckles on it. It was made out of leather and had a lock on it. It had engravings saying 'R.P'. "What do those engravings stand for?" I asked politely. "What?" He said confused. "Those engravings on you're suitcase." I said. "Oh those engravings. It's my fathers initials. This was his suit case. I have it to remember him by, he was in a plane crash." Peter said. "I keep my most important things in there" he said. "Oh ok." I answered. We walked over to his bed and sat down. "I feel like I can tell you anything." He said to me. "Like what?" I asked. "Well I-" Peter was cut off by his aunt calling up the stairs. "Peter!" She called. "Yes aunt may?" Peter answered. "Does you're friend want dinner here?" She asked. "No it's alright, I need to leave now anyway."
