Synge

|§| Chapter 3 |§|

I watched Connie hurry across the street from my window seat, wondering what she thought of me.

'She seemed really nice, and she liked my singing... I think'

I sighed heavily. I didn't want her to leave, but her mother had called her cell, commanding her to return home. Something about her, I just liked. She made me feel calm, and at peace. Why am I feeling like this?

"Maybe I'm coming down with something." I mumbled, quickly realizing how dumb that sounded.

I shrugged it off, walking downstairs to grab some food. After-school munchies is a real problem of mine. Running downstairs, I slid on the hardwood floor to the fridge, balancing myself with the door handle. The doors were ripped open, revealing a very empty fridge, besides the Mørbradgyrde that Dad left. With a huff, I shut the doors, then opened them again, expecting more food to appear. Nothing.

"Why do I always do that?" I asked no one.

The front door suddenly swung open, announcing the presence of someone returning home. I turned to see Dad step in with Oscar on his shoulders. I waved at them. Oscar was holding a trophy and Dad looked way too happy over a soccer prize.

"What's got you very happy?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of water.

Oscar rolled his eyes, did I mess up that sentence? Dad simply beamed at me, his eyes bright with happiness. I've seen that look before. Last time I saw him that happy was... when Mom was still here.

"Oh nothing much... just proud of your brother here!" He said, placing him on his feet.

He was lying, it was so obvious. I'm not going to push though.

"Did he win?" I asked, trying to make a decent conversation.

"Not only that, but I scored the winning goal!" Oscar proclaimed proudly.

I smiled, punching his shoulder.

"Nice job little bro." I complimented.

He immediately returned it with a bit more force, and ran up to his room. I turned around and leaned against the counter, chugging my water. Dad stood next to me, leanin against the counter as well. We stood in silence for a few moments.

"How was school?" He asked nervously.

I shrugged, looking down at my cup.

"Meh, could've been better, could've been worse." I responded dryly.

He nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together awkwardly.

"I made a acquaintance today." I announced, looking up at him.

He lifted hand, in search of a high five. I smack my hand against his.

"That's good! That's really good! What's their name?" He questioned, going into gossip mode.

"It's Connie from across the street. Seems nice." I answered, picking at a divot in the rim of the cup.

He nodded again. Damn, we nod our heads a lot.

"Nice job, I'm proud of ya kiddo." He claimed, giving me a side hug.

I smiled, placing my cup in the sink before heading upstairs. When I walked through my white framed doorway, my eyes landed on my bag next to the bed. With a roll of my eyes, I sat down on my bed and wrenched my mountain of homework out of it.