Jake Guernon: A Short Story

I met up with Jake Guernon on the way to our first session of a chess club in the spring of first grade as we walked down the hallways in Kaneland John Shields we noticed who was in the chess club and greeted them. "Hello Mr. Jim," I expressed clearly facing Mr. Jim as I walked into the John Shields art room with Jake. The distinct smell of paint and clay hit my first grade face *cough* Jake had just coughed and I questioned, "Why are we in the art room?" "Because there isn't a chess room," replied Mr. Jim. "Why not?" Asked a kindergärtner's who looked like the most timid, hesitant person in the world who was a tyro compared to us. "Because this isn't a chess school," Mr. Jim replied again, quite angry. It was

Mr. Jim could see us laughing so we stopped. "Okay go to your seat Billy," Mr. Jim stated somewhat angrily. (I didn't actually know the kid's name I'm just assuming.) Jake and I also went to our seats because we thought we were in trouble for laughing because, as innocent first graders, we thought that we would get in trouble for that. We rated people by how superior we think they are, which was a futile thing to do but we were bored. "I think that he is pretty good," I stated as Mr.Jim cut me short. "Everyone sit down," the teacher asked everyone to do. "I have a couple rules to go over," I will spare you the time of hearing tedious rules, and frankly, I don't remember them, I probably wasn't even paying attention because I had been there in the fall. Although I was paying attention to the crisp young spring leaves on the cool March day in the jungle gym outside. Finally, the teacher announced who was facing who, "Kenan vs. Jack, Tyler vs.Drake..." until I heard "Edmund vs. Jake." Which was surprising because we had never played each other and Jake only won in quondam. I took out my pieces and arranged them on the verdant and white board. and so did Jake. We

"Check-mate," I exclaimed in a heavy deep voice. "Man!" Jake shouted, as the chess teacher applauded me. Over the next several weeks I started to accumulate a lot of confidence in myself and I was probably cocky about myself that would be remarkably annoying. When Jake and I was making over weekly rounds of seeing who was favored in match ups or not, "Who's that?" I was saying, pointing at a blond haired third grade student that was sitting somewhat feebly in the corner of the musty art room. "Oh he's Soren I've heard he's pretty good," Jake replied as he had already played Soren and lost to him two weeks beforehand. I won that week a match against Drake, who was a worthy opponent. I was struggling at the beginning because he took my queen on a foolish play, but I sieged his queen and acquired back my queen by bringing my pawn to his side and forced him into checkmate to win. I was very proud of myself for beating another individual at