Chapter 4
"So how was your first day?" His mom asked as he got in the car, many times more thrilled than he was.
"Fine." Chris said, the normal answer to this question regardless of anything a day brought.
"And how was band?" his mom asked.
Chris said nothing- just looked over to his mom and lifted one eyebrow.
"Oh, I see." She said, "but come on, Chris, you know it'll get better! Trust me, you'll have tons of fun!"
"Whatever." Said Chris.
"Well, you'll see," said his mom, "but I got to stop at the store on the way home. I'm gonna need you to go in with me to help pick up some stuff."
They pulled into Kroger's after a quiet trip there. Chris' mom handed him a list of some things to pick up.
"I'll meet you back in the car in about 20 minutes, is that all right?" she asked.
"Yes, mom." He said, hoping to just get this through and over with soon so he could just go home, even if his home was now in West Virginia, instead of the place he wanted to be, New York.
Chris was picking up the last few minutes on his mom's list when he bumped into a girl his age, knocking over everything she'd been carrying.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there, my bad." He said apologetically.
"It's okay...hey wait a minute," she said eyeing him more closely, "aren't you the new guy at school."
"Yeah, I guess that'd be me."
"Oh, well I'm Cindy Parkinson." She said flipping her blonde hair back.
"Chris Snyder."
"So um, I heard you went to school in New York, right?"
"Yup," said Chris, knowing his mom was probably already waiting for him out in the car.
"And you were on the wrestling team?" she asked.
"Yeah, too bad there's no wrestling team at this new school."
"Well how about football? I'd be on the sidelines cheering for you...seeing as I'm on the varsity cheer squad..." Cindy said braggingly, and flirtingly.
"That's okay- he's in band already!" Wouldn't you know- it was Trish who's popped up out of nowhere-again.
"Band? You've got to be kidding me." Cindy said- with a tone saying she didn't care that much for band.
"Yup, that's right, isn't it, Chris?" said Trish smiling, patting him on the back.
"Well whatever, Snyder, see ya around. I wouldn't want to intrude on you and your new girlfriend." Said Cindy, rolling her eyes, turning around, and strutting away.
"Trish, what was that all about?!?" asked Chris, a little angry at Trish now for butting in like that- the last thing he wanted to do was let someone like that know that he was in band.
"Geesh, sorry," she apologized, "don't get all mad or anything I didn't mean nothing by it!"
"Okay," said Chris.
"Chris! There you are! I've been out waiting for you for 15 minutes!" came Chris' mom. What was with these girls just appearing everywhere?
"Oh..." said Chris' mom eyeing Trish, "aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend from school?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "mom, this is Trish, Trish this is mom. There- you're introduced." Chris said with an impatient sigh.
"Well it's nice to meet you Trish," Chris' mom said shaking Trish's hand, ignoring the way her son was acting.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Snyder." Trish said smiling.
"So, do you have any classes together?" asked Chris' mom curiously.
"just Band and Spanish." Answered Trish.
"Oh well that's great!" Chris' mom said, then glanced at her watch, "Oh my, Chris, we need to be getting home- your dad'll be there soon. It was nice meeting you Trish! Have a good day!"
"Wow, that Trish seemed like an awful nice girl, Chris..." said Chris' mom as they walked away.
"Oh brother..." he thought, knowing what she was implying.
"So how was your first day?" His mom asked as he got in the car, many times more thrilled than he was.
"Fine." Chris said, the normal answer to this question regardless of anything a day brought.
"And how was band?" his mom asked.
Chris said nothing- just looked over to his mom and lifted one eyebrow.
"Oh, I see." She said, "but come on, Chris, you know it'll get better! Trust me, you'll have tons of fun!"
"Whatever." Said Chris.
"Well, you'll see," said his mom, "but I got to stop at the store on the way home. I'm gonna need you to go in with me to help pick up some stuff."
They pulled into Kroger's after a quiet trip there. Chris' mom handed him a list of some things to pick up.
"I'll meet you back in the car in about 20 minutes, is that all right?" she asked.
"Yes, mom." He said, hoping to just get this through and over with soon so he could just go home, even if his home was now in West Virginia, instead of the place he wanted to be, New York.
Chris was picking up the last few minutes on his mom's list when he bumped into a girl his age, knocking over everything she'd been carrying.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there, my bad." He said apologetically.
"It's okay...hey wait a minute," she said eyeing him more closely, "aren't you the new guy at school."
"Yeah, I guess that'd be me."
"Oh, well I'm Cindy Parkinson." She said flipping her blonde hair back.
"Chris Snyder."
"So um, I heard you went to school in New York, right?"
"Yup," said Chris, knowing his mom was probably already waiting for him out in the car.
"And you were on the wrestling team?" she asked.
"Yeah, too bad there's no wrestling team at this new school."
"Well how about football? I'd be on the sidelines cheering for you...seeing as I'm on the varsity cheer squad..." Cindy said braggingly, and flirtingly.
"That's okay- he's in band already!" Wouldn't you know- it was Trish who's popped up out of nowhere-again.
"Band? You've got to be kidding me." Cindy said- with a tone saying she didn't care that much for band.
"Yup, that's right, isn't it, Chris?" said Trish smiling, patting him on the back.
"Well whatever, Snyder, see ya around. I wouldn't want to intrude on you and your new girlfriend." Said Cindy, rolling her eyes, turning around, and strutting away.
"Trish, what was that all about?!?" asked Chris, a little angry at Trish now for butting in like that- the last thing he wanted to do was let someone like that know that he was in band.
"Geesh, sorry," she apologized, "don't get all mad or anything I didn't mean nothing by it!"
"Okay," said Chris.
"Chris! There you are! I've been out waiting for you for 15 minutes!" came Chris' mom. What was with these girls just appearing everywhere?
"Oh..." said Chris' mom eyeing Trish, "aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend from school?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "mom, this is Trish, Trish this is mom. There- you're introduced." Chris said with an impatient sigh.
"Well it's nice to meet you Trish," Chris' mom said shaking Trish's hand, ignoring the way her son was acting.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Snyder." Trish said smiling.
"So, do you have any classes together?" asked Chris' mom curiously.
"just Band and Spanish." Answered Trish.
"Oh well that's great!" Chris' mom said, then glanced at her watch, "Oh my, Chris, we need to be getting home- your dad'll be there soon. It was nice meeting you Trish! Have a good day!"
"Wow, that Trish seemed like an awful nice girl, Chris..." said Chris' mom as they walked away.
"Oh brother..." he thought, knowing what she was implying.