The wind was blowing, leaves were falling and floating around. There was a slight chilly breeze upon my neck. The sun was lowering down, it was the time of Autumn. I was outside, pressuring strikes with my sword, practicing Kendo. Kendo is swordsmanship. Soon, I became tired and was drenched in sweat. I decided to head inside my house, it was covered with the orange sunset light. As I entered, I took off my dusty equipment, and I saw I had a message. I picked up the phone and read it.
The message said, “Your appointment to see your friend at the hospital is at 7:30 PM.” I took a peek at my watch, it was 7:15 PM. I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I quickly ran back to my Kendo equipment, and placed it in my polished steel cabinet. As I was heading outside, I decided to ride my silver-blue bicycle, so I could go faster. Going to the hospital to see my friend was the most important thing on my mind right now. I was ready, determined, set, and I was heading out.
It was bitterly cold like if I was in Antarctica, but I wasn’t going to let the wind surpass me. While I was pedaling and pedaling, I thought about how my friend and how we became friends in the first place. It was ever since our parents met each other. You could say we were childhood friends, we acted like siblings together. During middle school, my friend’s parents divorced. They soon found new partners, and they mindlessly got blinded by love, and ditched my friend. I asked if my friend could stay with us, but my parents declined because my friend was a girl. She benevolently accepted the reason, and decided to live on her own. She did visit once in awhile in the morning at my house. At first, I was surprised to know that my friend was a girl, since she kept wearing similar clothes like mine during our childhood years. That didn’t bother me because we both had an interest in Kendo. Each day we’ve gotten better by giving our best effort. As time continued on, we wanted more of a challenge, so we decided to enter tournaments. We won all the tournaments because of our partnership and determination. Because of that we decided to call each other, partner.
On a previous championship Kendo tournament, it was the final match. My partner cheered me on. I was against a student representing China. We locked on each others eyes, and gave a bow to show respect. The referee raised his flags and we began. We clashed our swords back and forth, but I nearly hit him to win. The crowd was silent for a moment, and intercom announced that two people died in a car accident near this location, and described what they looked like. Those people were my parents, and I was caught off-guard. My opponent had a chance to strike me with his sword, but failed. My partner leaped in and took the hit, she was severely injured and fainted in front of my eyes. Blood came out of her, her deep-red blood was dripping on my palm. I shook her and I screamed out, “Please wake up! Anyone but you can’t die! I don’t want to have...