Student sample for assessment
Written by a Year 7 student in Kew, Victoria, Australia.
I see him before he sees me. He's standing at the lockers near the gym, and he's grown taller since last year. For three seconds I consider turning around and walking the other way, but Miss Chen is already waving at me from the corridor behind. There's nowhere to go. His name is Jake. We were best friends in Year 5. We did everything together — built forts in his backyard, made terrible videos on his phone, sat next to each other in every class. And then his family moved houses and he switched schools. We promised we'd stay in touch, but we didn't. Not really. A few messages that got further and further apart, and then nothing. Last year he came back to our school, and I didn't know what to say to him, so I said nothing. He didn't try either. He closes his locker and turns. Our eyes meet. He stops walking. I stop too. We stand maybe three metres apart, people moving around us. For a moment, neither of us speaks. He looks older and younger at the same time — the same face I knew, but arranged differently. 'Hey,' he says finally. 'Hey,' I say back. 'I... I tried messaging you,' he says. 'Like, twice. But you never...' He trails off. I feel my face flush. He's right. He did message. I remember seeing his name pop up on my phone, and I opened the messages once and then closed them. I don't even know why. It felt too hard to explain why I'd been avoiding him. 'I know,' I say. 'I'm sorry. I was being weird.' He makes a small sound — not quite a laugh. 'Yeah, well. I was being weird too. I waited for you to say something, and then it felt too late.' Miss Chen walks past us. We both look at her, then back at each other. There's still a lot we're not saying — stuff about why it hurt when he left, why I found it easier not to try. But standing here, I see him actually looking at me, and I realise that maybe weird is okay. Maybe we can just start again. 'You free at lunch?' I ask. 'Yeah,' he says. 'Yeah, I am.'