"Still balancing the coffee, Sebastian listened at the door of Michelle's room for a minute before letting himself in. Michelle was visible only as a ...op of kinky, black hair poking out from one end of a pile of blankets on her bed against the far wall.Quietly, Sebastian carried the desk chair over to the side of her bed, sat down on it, and watched for a few minutes, sipping his coffee. The blankets rose and fell with her breathing.After watching her for a minute, he announced, "You packed. It was especially hot that year. I remember sitting in the shadow of a banyan tree. The ghost tree other students called it as there were rumours that the tree was haunted. It stood out from the rest of the trees in our school and not a lot of students went near it. For me, it was a perfect place. A place of solitude in an innocent time of my life. A place where I could be by myself and do things that I couldn’t do elsewhere. I was young and had just started discovering my sexuality, . I could. Mr. Prentiss walked to the podium, cleared his throat and opened a copy of the student handbook. He read the whole dress code, which included the wearing of shoes, and then looked up. "You people made this, this dress code, didn't you? It is yours. Where is Michael Abelson?"The student council president stood up and raised his hand."You made this dress code, didn't you? It's yours, isn't it?" Well, yes sir, I guess so, in a way," said Michael, nodding. "Some of the students that were here seven. After School.As her last friend leaves us on the walk home after school, Nichole asks, “Was it as good as it looked?” What could I say but, “Unbelievably good.” “Great, I’m glad you liked it. When we get in would you like to return the favour?” “You mean,” I start to ask but I’m cut off by my sis nodding with the widest smile I’ve ever seen. Arriving home we throw our bags in the hall as usual. I head to the fridge for a glass of milk. Downing the milk in one I turn to find Nichole sitting on.