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THREE - big senior party

THREE - big senior party

Here were five reasons why Chelsea Lu is my best friend:

1. She's my sister from another mister. We were basically each other family's adopted daughter because of the endless sleepover in each other's house.

2. She's one of the sweetest people I know and I trust her more than anything.

3. We both love dancing. In fact up to this day, we still go to dance classes. Hip-hop is more of our thing.

4. Her mom makes the best bibimbap I have ever had. They were seriously so good that sometimes I want to take it to Vegas and marry it.

5. We both have the same obsession in making lists. I guessed it makes us more organized and goal setting in life.

"Thanks for the lift, Ems," my best friend said as she slipped onto the seat beside me. Today she was wearing a tangerine tank top under a denim jacket; over it were different kinds of fashion necklaces, dark-washed jeans, and her beat-up green converse.

If I'd continued my list about why Chelsea Lu was my best friend, this would be the sixth reason: she loved fashion more than I do. In fact, we even had our own fashion blog where we post our daily Outfit of the Day and other things related to fashion.

"You're lucky I'm running late when I received your text," I said as I pulled out from the Lu's driveway. "Anyway, where's your mom?"

Usually, Chelsea's mom drives her to school every morning since her parents were still afraid seeing their only daughter behind the wheels. They were all paranoid Chelsea would get into a car crash or something which I think would be very likely knowing Chelsea.

And Chelsea hated public transportation more than I do, so she had no choice but to ride with her mom or with me if her mother wasn't around.

"She's in Hawaii," she replied, digging something inside her knapsack and pulled out a lip gloss and smeared the product on her lips. "Apparently, she has a work there about this illegal deforestation by a certain hotel."

Chelsea's mom is an environmental lawyer and a very good one.

I'd remembered that one time during one of our sleepovers in Chelsea's house, we got into trouble because we'd accidentally broke a china vase heirloom while practicing our dance moves in the Lu's living room.

Mrs. Lu gave us an hour lecture on how to be careful and mindful in the kitchen in her courtroom voice. That sermon was still etched inside my mind up to this day that Chelsea and I only practiced our dancing inside our rooms.

Ten minutes later, we'd arrived at school just in time the bell rang.

All the students were already running in the hallway similar to the Hunger Games just to get inside their respective classes or else Mr. Hall, ironically our school's hall monitor, would give you a detention slip for still lingering around and being late for class.

And no one wanted an extra stay after school hours.

"I'll see you later in gym," Chelsea said as we'd separated, and I ran up the stairs because my first class was on the second floor, east wing.

Mr. Quattlebaum, the anatomy and the oldest teacher in this school, wasn't inside the classroom yet when I got there, but most of my classmates were already inside, chatting and gossiping.

"Hey Eddie," I said to the brown-haired guy as I sat next to him and put my bag on the floor. He gave me a quick glanced behind his dark-rim glasses, nodded, and returned his attention on the manga he was reading.