I yawned as my team members gawked at the large room which Francisco had led us into. The ceilings were really high as antique-looking lightbulbs hung. Long tables adorned the room. its size resembled that of a traditional high school chemistry room. I sighed as memories of my old broken-down high school came to mind. Half of the students on the class attendance list, either didn't come or came for the sole reason of dealing drugs.
Me and my best friend at the time, John, were the only ones who gave a damn. My heart clenched as I remembered John. HIs ebony skin always shone along with his beautiful personality. Everyone loved him and so did I.
His smile despite the shitty circumstances that he lived in filled my mind. I knew him from when we were little kids as we were neighbors. The night of his death is still fresh in my memory. It was right after the two of us got the news that we were accepted into Columbia University as chemistry majors.
