My smile grew wide as I sat down next to Lionel. I leaned over to give him a hug, my hoops jangling.
"Long time no see, bud! How've you been?" I asked him.
He smiled at me. "I've been great, Claud." Then he shook his head. "No, wait a minute. I lied. I…" he was cut off by the teacher speaking. I gave a smile that let him know that we would talk after class. He nodded, curtly, then took out his notebook. I promptly did the same. You don't get to top of the class by being a slacker.
Once class was over, I turned to Lionel's seat. He was gone. Confused, I gathered my things and stepped out of my class room, heading in the direction of my second period.
The only conclusion I could come up with is that he didn't want to talk, which made since because we hadn't seen each other in what, 11 or 12 years? I didn't blame him.
I paused in the middle of the hallway, a sudden memory flashing to my mind. There was someone else, someone that Lionel and I used to hang out with. Try as I might, I couldn't come up with a name or a face.
My head was starting to hurt. I only had about a minute left to get to my next class, and it was at the other end of the hallway and around the corner.
Cursing myself, I took off in a jog, hoping to make it before the bell rang. I was just in time.
The rest of the school day passed by in a blur. By the time I got home, finished my homework, and ate dinner, I was exhausted. And Dad still hadn't come home. Must have been another busy day at the office.
My dream that night took me back to when I was five. I was running through the park, holding hands with someone. With a shock I realized that it was the person I had tried to remember earlier that day. Once again, I saw no face and heard no name, which was strange because we seemed to know each other well.
I woke up the next morning with a song in my heart. I don't know why, but i just knew it was going to be a great day.