by Ada Pepperstone
Time was running out. I quickly dashed into the room with the two boys and sat on the couch across from them.
The one on my right looked up. "Oh look, Chad. Another girl just running in dying to meet you."
The other one, Chad I assumed, rolled his eyes. "Please excuse Wicket," he said. He then held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Chadwick Cadet. Chad for short." I shook his hand and then turned to his friend. "And this is Wicket Wilcox. Or, Wicki."
I then began to chuckle a bit too loudly. "What's so funny?" Wicki asked.
"I'm sorry," I muttered. "It's just your names...well, they go together..." They both looked confused so I finally spit it out. "Chadwicket!" I cried with another burst of laughter. Chad chuckled a bit and Wicki rolled his eyes.
"So," I began. "What houses are you guys in? What years are you?"