Chapter One
BRIIIINNNNNNGGGG!
There it was. The first stupid bell in this new stupid school in this new stupid state with NOTHING to do. Goodness, what were his parents thinking moving to this place out in the middle of nowhere. Over at his old school he was SOMETHING. Now Chris was nothing- a nobody. At his old school, he was THE best on the wrestling team. Yup, he had it all. Everything was going great until now- moving to a school which doesn't even have a wrestling team. How could it get any worse?
To make it even worse, he had got stuck in BAND since it was in the middle of the year. Now THAT was a statement- a lame one. Going from HERO to ZERO. Popular to geek. Wrestling champ to band nerd.
The day was just like you'd expect for him moving from the home he'd been at all 16 years of his life which he loved, now moving to....this. Then lunch came and he grabbed his tray of, well whatever they served there, and sat down- alone.
"Well Hi there!" Only a few minutes later a girl sat down next to him. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "Chris, is it?"
"Um, yeah, do I know you?" he asked wondering how she'd known his name- he hadn't talked to anyone all day.
"Oh yeah my name is Trisha Knapp, but most people just call me Trish. Mr. Ross, the band director pointed you out to me earlier and told me to try and make you feel welcome. He said you were going to be in our band class."
"Yup that'd be me all right," (not exactly thrilled of being in a band class- at his old school him or any of his friends would never even think of wanting to be in that loser group called band).
"Mmm...so....what do you play?" she said smiling (how could she seem so proud and happy being in band?)
"Play?" Chris said with a laugh, sarcastic, "I don't play nothing- at my old school I wasn't even in band. I liked wrestling. I just got stuck in this stupid class because every other class like this I'd be too far behind."
Trish bit her lip and kind of looked away when he'd said "stupid class."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that." Chris said apologetically, but he couldn't understand why he'd just apologized for this now- he'd been calling band stupid for- well, ever.
Before he'd noticed it, he'd eaten all of his (what they called) food. The bell rang and the cafeteria started to clear out.
"Well," Trish said taking one last swig out of her drink, "I'll see ya in band."
"Greeeeat...I can't wait..." Chris said grimly, not looking forward to his new life at this school at all.
BRIIIINNNNNNGGGG!
There it was. The first stupid bell in this new stupid school in this new stupid state with NOTHING to do. Goodness, what were his parents thinking moving to this place out in the middle of nowhere. Over at his old school he was SOMETHING. Now Chris was nothing- a nobody. At his old school, he was THE best on the wrestling team. Yup, he had it all. Everything was going great until now- moving to a school which doesn't even have a wrestling team. How could it get any worse?
To make it even worse, he had got stuck in BAND since it was in the middle of the year. Now THAT was a statement- a lame one. Going from HERO to ZERO. Popular to geek. Wrestling champ to band nerd.
The day was just like you'd expect for him moving from the home he'd been at all 16 years of his life which he loved, now moving to....this. Then lunch came and he grabbed his tray of, well whatever they served there, and sat down- alone.
"Well Hi there!" Only a few minutes later a girl sat down next to him. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "Chris, is it?"
"Um, yeah, do I know you?" he asked wondering how she'd known his name- he hadn't talked to anyone all day.
"Oh yeah my name is Trisha Knapp, but most people just call me Trish. Mr. Ross, the band director pointed you out to me earlier and told me to try and make you feel welcome. He said you were going to be in our band class."
"Yup that'd be me all right," (not exactly thrilled of being in a band class- at his old school him or any of his friends would never even think of wanting to be in that loser group called band).
"Mmm...so....what do you play?" she said smiling (how could she seem so proud and happy being in band?)
"Play?" Chris said with a laugh, sarcastic, "I don't play nothing- at my old school I wasn't even in band. I liked wrestling. I just got stuck in this stupid class because every other class like this I'd be too far behind."
Trish bit her lip and kind of looked away when he'd said "stupid class."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that." Chris said apologetically, but he couldn't understand why he'd just apologized for this now- he'd been calling band stupid for- well, ever.
Before he'd noticed it, he'd eaten all of his (what they called) food. The bell rang and the cafeteria started to clear out.
"Well," Trish said taking one last swig out of her drink, "I'll see ya in band."
"Greeeeat...I can't wait..." Chris said grimly, not looking forward to his new life at this school at all.