“Heya, Lune!” Luna’s best friend, Chelsea, greeted her. Chelsea loved track and javelin throw; it was painful to be “patted” by Chelsea. She wrapped her arm around Luna’s shoulder. “What’s the matter, gal? You look down in the dumps.”
“Nah, Chelsea. It’s nothing,” Luna smiled a fake smile.
“If you say so…” Chelsea still eyed her friend suspiciously.
“So, how are things going at your place?” Luna asked, trying to turn the spotlight from herself.
“Same things…The track team is taking a trip to Cairo. We’re going for a competition,” Chelsea beamed.
“That’s great. I bet you’ll ace javelin throw,” Luna laughed.
The school soon came into view. Cherry trees slowly bent in the breeze at the grounds of the school. Luna never ceased to be intrigued; she never thought an academy could look so beautiful. She straightened her uniform and walked through the gates with Chelsea.