Naomi and me

Good weather is a good day, I tell myself. Wiping away the droplets of sweat from my forehead, I push the left-ajar gate wide.

"Naomi?" I called to her as I shut the gate properly behind me.

Am I too early? I wondered; it seemed like even Mrs. Jang was not around either.

I proceeded to the front door, and knocked, "Naomi?"

The unlocked door sound startled me; Naomi was at the door. "Come in, my mom has gone to the market." She said as she held the door, letting me into her house.

Naomi, how are you? I'm glad to see you again. "

"I'm good." She replied in her cold undertones.

Bolting the door behind me, she takes my hand, leading me into her bedroom, where we always spend time after school during the first year of middle school.

Naomi's unusual behavior had me pondering the reason she called me in, yet I decided to hear her out.

I take a look around. Her bedroom hadn't changed much, everything is in place and neat as usual. Books were sprawled on her study desk, indicating that