Good weather is a good day, I tell myself. I wiped away the droplets of sweat from my forehead, and I pushed 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 this as she opened the door to let me in.
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 took my hand, leading me into her bedroom, where we always spent time after school during the first year of middle school.
Naomi's unusual behavior had me pondering the reason she
