**N/A After finishing school myself I was feeling a bit nostalgic and felt like writing about school. All of the following events and characters are complete fiction - aka none of it is true.
For anyone a tad confused, the flashback flashes back to the last year and school and later on I will probably write a little bit of the history of how they got like that in the first place. I just thought I might start with the people they were when they actually finished school. Anyway, please read and review!!!!!! Any ideas or opinions would be really appreciated**

Time Of Our Lives

As I sit and stare blankly into the framed picture I wonder where all the time has gone. The last thing I knew I was panicking about exams and picking a prom dress. That was three months ago now, but it feels longer than that. It feels like a lifetime.
What I really want to know is where the years disappeared to before that. I remember being terrified of moving up into the 'big school', but now I've left and didn't seem so big after all. Now the idea of the 'big wide world' scares me even more.
All lined up in our perfectly placed pristine uniforms, our year 7 selves looked so innocent and scared - what happened? What happened in those five years that drained us of all enthusiasm and made us the people we are today?

'Sex - that's what we'll be talking about today.'
'Oh great,' I thought. It was obviously going to be another un- influential hour of being told not to have sex, and of course the usual attempts of trying to embarrass the teacher.
Sarah nudges me from my thoughts. 'This'll be good,' she grins sarcastically.
'Oh yeah, whoop - di - f'ing doo.'
'What does this woman know about sex anyway?'
I eye Mrs Todd's cream cake figure and her very nasty brown polished shoes with matching socks. I've always believed you can tell a lot about someone from their footwear. This is mainly because subconsciously people sometimes wear shoes to match their underwear - you don't believe me but think about it!
Anyway, looking at her she surely doesn't know squat about sex. Then again she could be the kinky type and have a whip and some handcuffs at home - I think I'll stop those thoughts now; I'm feeling a bit ill. I mean truly the thought of a teacher, you know, it's just plain wrong. If she needs any tips however she could always ask Sarah. I know that sounds really mean but Sarah has been around the block a bit, she even admits it herself. Sometimes it's a mystery why her and me are such good friends, we are completely the opposite of each other. For starters she has long blonde perfect hair and I have short mid brown hair. Then she has all the lads chasing after her (it literally takes her an hour every Valentines Day to open all of her cards and presents) and me, well lets just say I haven't exactly got a waiting list like she has. In fact I don't even think anyone is in the queue.
On the subject of lads, my eyes wander to the desk diagonally from mine. There he sits - wonder-boy.
If I think about it, it's a bit of a typical school crush - but hey, it keeps me occupied.
'Carly hun, you're doing it again,' Sarah nudges me once more.
'What? What was I doing?' I say innocently.
'You know what you were doing - or should I say who you wish you were doing.' Sarah giggles in delight at her 'clever' joke.
'Ssh. It's not like that,' I laugh. Sarah likes taking the piss out of my crush. She says he dresses in the dark for starters and that he looks stoned half the time. Truthfully I know he doesn't get dressed in the dark and admittedly he does looks stoned half the time but I know for a fact that he's only ever been stoned once. To be truthful I think Sarah's just trying to protect me from being hurt - again.
'Carly.'
Oh shit. The badly dressed teletubby shouts my name across the classroom.
'Since you are not listening, will you come and point out the scrotum on this diagram.'
Erm, no I will not - but I stand up anyway after a bit of shuffling about.
What a cow! How dare she single me out to carry out this ridiculous charade and in front of him as well?
As I walk down the row of desks to my doom, I start to think that my mind is playing tricks on me and this is really a trick question - is it? And why is he grinning at me like that?