Felicity always had a good sense of humor. That was one of her best qualities. She would laugh so long that she used to forget what she was laughing about in the first place. She was also the most popular girl in school and I was the most popular guy at school, so I thought, and to even talk to her was on the minds of most of the guys in Year 12. She didn't seem that way for me. We had been friends since primary school, and to me didn't seem any different from the normal teenager. We would stick up for one another against psychotic teachers that gave too much punishment over homework not done and would make the perfect excuses for what we had done wrong.
I remember a time when we were in Year 5 and we had just broken a stained glass window with a soccer ball.
I had kicked it in through the window but Felicity took the blame for it and had to go on 'time out'. That was exactly what she was like. She would stand up for anyone and try to practice being a good person every day of the week.
We were in the same class for every year until we were separated for talking too much in Year 8. She made her other friends, I made mine and we didn't talk to each other as much as we used to. Occasionally we would pass each other in the hallway and chat for a bit but beside that we had not really talked as much. And I suppose that it was a good thing because I valued the time I spent with her, more so than she did.
I had also noticed that in the few years we've been...