“Sam!”
“Yeah?” I respond when I hear Rida call out my name as she peeps in.
“Are you expecting someone tonight?”
“Oh! Uhm, yes. Is he here?”
Rida is looking at me, wondering. She knows I don’t have any other friends but her.
“How do you-“
“It’s a long story, Rida. But to cut it short, he’s my classmate.”
I say, while walking out of my room. I have nothing to wear but just a plain shirt covered by a jacket and my blue jeans. All my clothes are old, but since I seldom wear them, they’re still looking good and new. I have other clothes I wore back in our house. I kept the clothes I knew I could use in the future and just used those that looked like rag clothes every time I did household chores and ran errands outside town.
All of my clothes are jeans, pullover jackets and shirts, but
