A/N: When you see this {}, it means that the author is talking. When you see this: [Name] it's my version of Y/N. Just letting you know. Also, I'm sorry if this story seems rushed. It's my first time writing a fanfiction and I really hope that I did well.

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     Your POV:

     It's been a month since Lance last visited. It was approaching testing days at the Garrison, so I assume that Lance won't have as much time to come and visit me. He had said he would see me again soon, but who knows how soon "soon" is? I sure don't. 

    This night, instead of reading a book, I was doing homework for my normal school. I didn't get it into the Garrison. My foster family couldn't afford it. I had begged and begged, but they just couldn't do it. So instead, I continued to go to a special school to study writing. But writing fits me more than piloting and science. Even though I had always wanted to be a pilot.

     I had my computer along with some notes that I had taken in class on my bed. The notes were the requirements for an assignment. I needed to write a free-write about a past friend that I once had, and that friend just so happened to be Keith Kogane. He was the only person that I could think of that I was once so close to. I hated him now, but it was required. 

     I had written a few paragraphs already about how we met and what we had in common, and I needed ten pages full of stuff that we once did and what he was like. Never study writing. It's stressful. {True! I don't study writing, but I hope to. Write now [hehe], it's stressful enough in the fact that I need to be writing every day to please my writers. Anyways, back to the story} Here's what I've written so far:

     My ex-friend's name is Keith Kogane. You may know him. He's the one who most recently got kicked out of the Garrison. He has a small bit of a temper issue, and therefore he got kicked out. 

     In a way to describe him, he has black hair that turns into a mullet. It looks okay, but a lot of people don't like it, especially me. Another weird thing about his appearance is that he has dark purple eyes. It's extremely peculiar in my mind and I used to make fun of him for it and tell him he was part-alien. Outside of his uniform, he normally wears a short red jacket that goes over his navy short sleeved shirt. And then he has some black jeans and red boots, but who cares about that stuff?

     We both met while we were both in the normal elementary schools that everyone goes to before getting submitted to an advanced school for smart and talented people. I was 11 at the time and he was 12. He's always been a year older than me, so right now, he's 17. We met on the first day of school when he was being aloof from everyone. He's always been like that. I went up to him to talk one day and he shoved me away. Eventually, he started to get softer and we became friends. That doesn't mean he was entirely nice to other people, including me.

     He introduced me to a couple of other people. You remember the Kerberos Mission? Remember the people involved in it before they disappeared? Keith apparently knew Takashi Shirogane. Keith introduced me to him and the rest of the crew: Matt Holt and Samuel Holt. We became good friends, especially me and Shiro. We were really close. But besides that,

     That's all that I had for now. It was hard for me to write anything after that. They all went missing in the middle of the Kerberos Mission. Even though I didn't know Matt and Samuel, as well as I knew Shiro, it still hurt to hear that they went missing. Especially Shiro. He was like the father I never had. 

     I was just about to type the next part when I heard four sharp taps on my right window. I had two windows in my room. One of the left, which Lance comes through, and one on the right. 

     That's weird... Lance never comes from the right window... I got up off of my bed and slowly walked over to the window. My heart was pounding and blood was pumping through my veins.

     It could be an intruder... As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I grabbed the music stand that I had laying around in my room since like, 7th grade. I knew I could hit it hard against someone who would try to attack me or enter my room uninvited. 

      My grip on the music stand grew stronger the closer that I got to the window. I took a breath before drawing back my curtains that covered my window. As soon as I moved them away, I almost fell down in shock. I dropped the music stand.

     Keith Kogane. Keith Kogane was at my window.