A Jacket to Return

The streets of Citadel have now been covered in a blanket of snow. The winter breeze has been chiller than it was previously, and the residents such as myself have already started wearing their jackets to shield them from the harsh freezing cold wind brought by the winter weather.

And speaking of jackets, I brought Dexter's newly-washed jacket today so that I could return it to him by now. If I am lucky enough, I would be able to meet him up at the school gates like the way it used to be during the past few months.

However, as soon as I arrived at the gates of Gilead Academy, there was no figure of my childhood friend suddenly appearing out of the blue behind me. I can't help but pucker my forehead.

"Well, that is just quite odd," I muttered to myself. But then I just shrugged, thinking that maybe Dexter has been extra early this morning because, perhaps, he has something urgent to attend to in their class.