Chapter 8
That chapter was short.. sorry.
Connie's POV
I had lived in Pittsburgh for about a month and it wasn't as bad as I had at first expected. I had already settled into a routine every day of catching the bus, going to Starbucks, then to school and hiding my depression as much as I could then going home, nice and easy, but boring. No hockey practice, what made it worse was that I loved right near a hockey rink. But, I was depressed; I missed Minnesota and the Ducks so much it hurt. It wasn't that I hadn't made any friends, I had made a lot, and they were all really nice, but the Ducks are like my family and I missed them. I was sipping my coffee as I was thinking this and almost spilled it when I heard:
"Connie!" it had sounded like Banks, but I looked across the street and saw that it was only my friend Josh.
"Hey" I said when I got over there "What's up?"
"What's that?" he asked pointing to my drink
"Carmel Frappuccino" I replied handing to over to his waiting hand, people were also very rude here.
"MMM, that's good" he said sipping it and handing it back to me. "But why are you drinking a frap? It's only April"
"I know, and I like cold, so I have a cold drink since its warm"
"I think that accident you had messed up your brain"
I had eventually told them about the accident, and they were sympathetic, but now teased me about it. Another reason I missed the Ducks, they would know not to talk about it unless I needed to.
I was totally out of it all day, why I was thinking so much of the Ducks, I have no clue, well.it wasn't mostly the Ducks I was thinking about it was Guy.