When I got home last night I found a letter from the school I used to study in. The students there want me to go back and talk to them.
Oh, really? And are you going?
I don't know. I used to hate school, so I don't feel like going back.
But it's different now.
Yes, I know. But it's still a difficult situation. You see, when I was at school I used to be bad at studies and none of the teachers liked me.
Well; I think you should go. When I was younger, I used to dream about meeting a famous pop star. You can't let them down.