"I think I found something that will cheer you up." He smiles.
I immediately stand to my feet and try to peek behind his back, but Chester has other plans.
He quickly spins so I can't catch a glance of the mystery object.
"What? What is it?" I ask anxiously.
Chester laughs before taking what appears to be a blue slip of paper from behind his back and handing it to me.
Before I even read it I know what it is.
It's April's letter right?
I scan my eyes across the paper and my face falls.
It's not the letter.
"So? Great news right?" Chester asks excitedly. "We get two classes together and lunch!"
I manage a small, fake smile before nodding and checking my watch.
"I think I'm gonna go home now..." I say quietly.
Chester's face falls. Literally. He acts as if I just told him his dog died.
But his expression changes before I even have a chance to think, and if looks could kill, I'd be dead for sure.
Chester glares coldly at me before walking towards his couch and sitting down.
"Umm..." I hum awkwardly while shifting my weight between my feet.
"Well? Bye." Chester waves rudely.
"What?" I question his short attitude.
"You can leave now." Chester says as he gestured with his hand as if he was shooing away a annoying fly.
If only I could see my face at this moment. I bet it would be a mix between horrific, and confusion.
I quickly turn on my heels and head for the front door. As I walk through the narrow hall way leading to living room, I spot mrs. Windfield on the plush white couch in the living room. She looks up from the magazine in her hands and gives me a questioning look.
"Leaving so soon Lesley?" She raises a brow.
"Um.... Yeah... I have lots of um h-homework." I stutter and scurry to the front door. "Bye." I wave before opening up the black wooden door and stepping into the thick humid air.
I scurry down the drive way and across the street to my house, running as if I can escapee the awkwardness.
Man was that weird.
Chester has never acted that way. Like ever.
I have known him for almost ten years and ninety nine point nine percent of the time he's happy-go-lucky- Chester. The only Chester I've gotten to known at least.
What's his deal anyways?
I shake the thoughts of Chester away as I run anxiously to my mail box.
It has to be here.
It just has to.
I open the mailbox with a hopeful smile and scan threw the endless pile of papers.
Mom, mom, mom, and, finally, Lesley Todd.
I run into the house and throw the other letters aimlessly at the kitchen counter as I open the letter with my name on it, and the address sent from Boston.
"It came it finally came." I whisper to the empty house.
I pick up the letter with excited hands and scan my eyes over the paper.
