Together

One

School's bell rang loud through the corridors. Mr. Hertzberg hadn't finish his discussion about logarithmic functions and quite disappointed concerning it.

                I grabbed my bag and waited for my friends at the parking lot. Courtney was absent today and I was kinda bothered because she never would skip classes without suitable reasons. It's the first day of classes after winter break and she would choose to stay at home or somewhere. If she's lazy to get up from her bed, I have our other friends anyway.

                Skye, Courtney and I have more same classes together than Kent and Chris. So we three hang out often but nobody beats me and Courtney's time together. Skye was running towards me while bringing three bamboo woods that were half of her height. "I hate Mr. Gordon." She complained. "He told me to bring home these things because it will cause disturbance at their faculty. And he requested if I could help him to decorate the art exhibit using these tomorrow."

                "Can I help tomorrow?" I suggested. "So that Mr. Gordon won't tell you to get this and that while you're doing something? It's my free time."

...

The three of us were close to Mr. Gordon, but Courtney was closer to him before Skye and me. They shared same taste with music. They kept on talking about different bands that I never had an idea were popular except the Beatles. Courtney used to sing together with him while he played guitar. He's still young, about early thirty's, I guess. And he had the best relationship with his students.

                Back at our sophomore year, Courtney and I were classmates in our History class with Mr. Gordon. During our free time Courtney was being called by this teacher and asked her to sit in front. Together they would sing and laugh and talk about such things.

                We're not even friends that year and sometimes I suspect that Courtney hates me when I join their lunch table. I tried to cooperate with them. Their group wasn't that popular but apparently their bond was unique among others. For three years I've been with them, they make sure that every secrets of one is known by the rest. They have trust with one another which is why no beans are spilled.

                "Mr. Gordon is such a bitch." Kent sat beside me, came from nowhere. His gayness was being more obvious as he tickled his hair behind his ear. Doesn't matter, the school know his sexuality. "I don't know how the hell Courtney has ever been close to him."

Kent was Courtney's best friend. If you ask her who her best friend really in the clan is, she would answer, "All of them. I couldn't pick one. They're all my best friends."

In junior year, Courtney just passed Mr. Gordon. And literally behind her back, Mr. Gordon would say, "It looks like we've never been singing and playing guitar together last year." I glanced at Courtney as she gave a thousand-explanation smirk. She turned back to Mr. Gordon that gave another million reasons to her grin.

...

"You shouldn't be inside." Skye answered when I ask her if I could stay at their house for a while. "Bunch of insane people is in there." She slid inside their gate quietly and then I hand her the bamboos. "See you tomorrow."

                "Skye Loraine?" her mother bellowed, surprisingly at front of their doorstep. "What are those for?" she pointed at the woods. "Teachers won't give homework using that." Skye gave a mockingly rude face behind her mother's back. I continued walking on residence of Robert's endless street to lessen Skye's mom interrogation about different people who her daughter brings home.