The Outlander

I was five years old when we first met. He was the jolly fat kid next door I met when we first arrived in the province. We were not playmates, but rather enemies. He, who always makes fun of me for wearing boyish outfits and acting as if I am one. And me, who always beat the crap out of him for making of me.

Over the years, we fought and rivaled about everything. So though our families are friends, we however, did not become one. But, we are no longer kids. I am 15 and he is almost 16 years old. A lot has changed....