Chicago, Illinois, Fall 2012
The scent of autumn air conquered the whole city. The leaves were dancing gracefully with the wind as they fell off the sturdy branches. As I pedaled my bicycle to Maine East High School, I breathed a sigh of relief. School kicked in again, and this would be a whole new world for me. But I always know in myself that in every chapter of my life, one person would always be on my side. My best friend for thirteen years- Naomi Rivers.
She's really a nice girl. I tell you. We met when we were in kindergarten, when an incident led us to this kind of friendship. She's indeed my best friend. We have been through a lot of ups and downs, laughed until we cried, and cried when we decided to laugh.People might find our friendship as odd, or eccentric maybe, but I don't even mind. For as long as I have a friend that I could hold on to, I'm sure that I can live even a lifetime.
My name is Chester Sulkin. I am sixteen years of age and a simple guy. I'm living with my mother and sister in downtown Chicago. We own a bakeshop and coffee shop at the same time. It has been there since I was in the first grade. Now that I'm in high school, it's still growing and expanding.
Everything around me was in utter silence when I came in. I parked my bike in the farthest corner of the parking lot. I glanced at my watch and sped to my classroom. I was thirty minutes late for my first class.
I reached the door and stared at my classmates. The class fell into silence as they all looked at me, including Naomi. My teacher, Mr. Schulein, shot a deadly glare at me. He stopped from writing and faced me.
“Do you know what time is it, Mr. Sulkin?” he asked.
I was catching my breath, but I still tried to answer him.
“Eight thirty am, sir.” I said.
“And is that the right time for coming here at school?” he asked again.
Gosh, could he stop asking me?
“N-No, sir. Actually, I just had a flat tire, so I went to the-”
He cut me off.
“Shut up, Mr. Sulkin! You're talking nonsense.”
I sighed and looked at Naomi. She was quietly grinning that could have turned into a burst of laughter.
Mr. Schulein raised an eyebrow while looking at me from head to toe. He seemed to judge me with that gesture, but I didn't mind him.
“Sir, do you have anything left to say? Can I come in now?” I asked.
All of my classmates laughed, though it wasn't a laughing matter.“Come in. And promise me this will be the last time, Mr. Sulkin.” he said.
I tossed my bag to my table and sat on my usual seat, beside Naomi.
“You really made it, huh.” she said with a big smile written on her face.
“Uh-huh. Just the acting skills.” I answered cleverly and grabbed my bag to get some books.
What I heard from Naomi as an answer was a low chuckle.
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